(Note: This poem is not about something that the author does. Don't think I need help.)
No dashed line visible
No inherent sign
But with a smooth silver motion
A vivid red line was exposed
A slight sting, a whispered sigh
Pain in momentarily present
But relief seeps in
As the red seeps out
Better than alcohol
And better than tears
Just hide the marks
And have no fear
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