Dot the "i"
Putting the Dot in everything





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What is the "Dot"?
Cut
I cut and I don't know why,
I commit blatent suicide.
I do it each and every day,
Cutting makes it all ok.
But cutting only releives some of the pain.
The others they do it too.
Joke about sealing cuts together with glue.
Share razors, blood dry and old,
Cut together on the tile together hard and cold.
Blood sisters so close and true,
Other close friends don't have a clue.
We march on with our insanity,
Death will surely be our eternity

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