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I cut my wrists and laugh when the blood pours out. I slit my wrist because I feel as though that's the only way out. Bleeding is a ****** sensation that I must feel. My wounds are so deep they will never heal. I'm truly wicked. I'm deviant and twisted. I'm on a crooked path. I'm losing my sanity fast.
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Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC
Bleeding
I cut my wrists and laugh when the blood pours out. I slit my wrist because I feel as though that's the only way out. Bleeding is a ****** sensation that I must feel. My wounds are so deep they will never heal. I'm truly wicked. I'm deviant and twisted. I'm on a crooked path. I'm losing my sanity fast.
jena-juel
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Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC
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