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The Cutter
Deep in her sleep
She shows no sign of life
She has nothing to keep but a knife
she cuts to eat, sleep, drink, feel, and know
She knows what lies beneath her skin
She does not know it's a sin
As the blade digs in she becomes numb
She sits as if she is waiting for someone to come
She doesn't care about the blood running down her hand
it seems her mind in a different land
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