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Random Poems
Yin
Cut to make sure I am real
Press the blade against my skin
Slice because I need to feel
Push feelings down, my pain to kill
Forget to recognize my own sin
Cut to make sure I am real
Blood turns cold as steel
Hide the pain that I am in
Slice because I need to feel
Yin comes, my pain to steal
Take it away, my wicked yin
Cut to make sure I am real
I think this pain may be yin’s will
She silently smiles a dangerous grin
Slice because I need to feel
Turn my heart to cold tin
Force my pain on my kin
Cut to make sure I am real
Slice because I need to feel
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