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The time before – the build up
The time after – thought
In between there is the void
In that void there is me

Anger has caused my hands to bleed
I am so alone in my mind
Staring as the blood becomes
Oval jewels within the cuts

I will not clean them
Not until this is finished

When she was out of sight
I pulled off my hoody
And laid, shivering uncontrollably
On my floor

Now I am finished
Now I shall cleanse

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