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She didn’t know why she did it-

couldn’t explain, not even to herself.

Something extreme, a dark miasma

was keeping her trapped

inside her mind, inside her skin.

Maybe the cuts would permit her flesh to breathe.

Maybe their sharpness would let in the light

and she would be free.

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