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its only art I tell them a knife to separate meaning an axe to simplify the shape blood becomes a craving then turns to something greater ripped forms seem honest quiet and still skinned down to structure no emotions behind my eyes so easily to stare at for so long I see what I can take just enough to not make me gag I try to not go back wpd it calls me and so I go I go back to the truth something in me learns just how easy it is to keep staring once empathy is cut out I tell myself they deserved it I close the tab and open it again later not because I wanted to see it but because I couldn't decide what I was supposed to feel I told myself I was testing my limits making myself stronger in the end I made myself scared not of what I was watching but what I had turned myself into the disgust doesnt come from the screen it comes from me from how my face stays neutral from how easily I can watch life end and still think about dinner afterward I wait for nausea something anything but nothing comes up I tell myself Ill stop I don't not because I want more but because I'm terrified how easy this has become when I close the site their isn't relief its suspicion if this didn't break me What else won't? just what have I done to myself?
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Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 7:12 PM UTC
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its only art I tell them a knife to separate meaning an axe to simplify the shape blood becomes a craving then turns to something greater ripped forms seem honest quiet and still skinned down to structure no emotions behind my eyes so easily to stare at for so long I see what I can take just enough to not make me gag I try to not go back wpd it calls me and so I go I go back to the truth something in me learns just how easy it is to keep staring once empathy is cut out I tell myself they deserved it I close the tab and open it again later not because I wanted to see it but because I couldn't decide what I was supposed to feel I told myself I was testing my limits making myself stronger in the end I made myself scared not of what I was watching but what I had turned myself into the disgust doesnt come from the screen it comes from me from how my face stays neutral from how easily I can watch life end and still think about dinner afterward I wait for nausea something anything but nothing comes up I tell myself Ill stop I don't not because I want more but because I'm terrified how easy this has become when I close the site their isn't relief its suspicion if this didn't break me What else won't? just what have I done to myself?
I don't go that often on the site (wpd) but when I do I'm unfazed and get bored of the usual. I want to see more.
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Feb 1, 2026 at 7:12 PM UTC
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