Pain

The knife mearly skims the pain, but never reaching the peak of it. Numbness fills my body, I can no longer feel the hurt, or anger. It is all now a part of me, indistinguishable from any other feeling. Blood gushes from the open wound, and as time goes on it clots, but it shall never heal. For the scars left on the surface of the skin are nothing compared to the scars left on the surface of the soul.

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