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I cut what I'm worth in blood
Sometimes it makes
things easier to wear my faults on the outside. But sometimes they
sneak in, even when I don't want them to and have done my best to put up
a wall, but they are tricky and know exactly what I need to hear.
In the end, I remember the benefit of wearing my faults for everyone
to see. It's harder for those to get close, and harder even still
for me to get hurt, but sometimes I am painfully reminded what there is
to protect; what of value can be lost; a small red heart on an oversized
white plate thrashing and pumping to stay alive.
The hard part is hearing that it is of no value and so I cut because I
deserve it and need to feel physical pain to drown out the pain of the
heart.
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