I have managed to stay strong in the toughest situations, but
I let the smallest one break me.
Break me to the point I break myself.
Break my skin.
Break my streak.
A sense of familiarity washed over me
As the blade kissed my skin:
Harsh,
Jagged,
Rough.
My skin cried.
It cried red.
My skin bled.
It bled because I know that
No one can hurt me that much
If I’ve already done it myself.


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