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[slitmywristband]

yeah i hate you.
but whats new.

the cuts.
freshly drawn from angered tips.
no words could cut as deep as silence.
predictable motions.
you were never the home.
leaving me homeless.
guarding only the shadows when they weep.
the weeds outgrow the flowers.
thorns they nick the fragile stems.
you were never the hand.
only the heart.
only the hand could stop.
the cuts.