Cutter:

by Jamie Ryanne   Mar 21, 2005


The tear of my deliocate skn.
The rush of my sacred blood.
My sigh of relief.
Cutting is a release, it is a habit, it is a passion.
I love to cut my skin, cut deep into my thoughts.
My mental pain fades as my physical pain grows.
Cutting is my release, my habit and my passion.

/Please Comment/ -Jamie

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