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The hurting
It’s ripping away at my soul
In bed at night
Dreaming of blood
When sleep overcomes me
I’m looking at my sister
She’s holding out her wrists
Blood drips from them
I wake up
An alarm is cutting through my dreams
Get up
Get dressed
School
Home
Pain
This is me,
I am this
I’m alive
It’s morning…