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The shiny metal feels cool on my skin. Smooth, silky, baby skin turns red and cold. My mind races: "This is what's right." "This is what you need." "You deserve this." I've become skilled at convincing myself that I'm a bad person by forcing myself to be even worse.
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May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
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The shiny metal feels cool on my skin. Smooth, silky, baby skin turns red and cold. My mind races: "This is what's right." "This is what you need." "You deserve this." I've become skilled at convincing myself that I'm a bad person by forcing myself to be even worse.
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May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
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