the pain just feels so right.
Just a cut.
Just a scratch.
"What’s that mark?"
"It was the cat."
Just an excuse.
Just a lie.
"What’s with all the bracelets?"
"Just fashion, why?"
Just a tear.
Just a scream.
"Why were you crying?"
"Just a bad dream."
But it’s not just a cut.
Or a tear, or a lie.
It’s always ‘just one more’
Until you die…
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