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It's back again, that terrible urge to slice myself open and observe What would pool at the surface and drip from my arms- Crimson pools spilling from my lifelines pipelines. And it comes when I'm alone, at nighttime. Then it appears when I think about what I did last year. And it comes when you're gone, but mostly when you're here. Charming, really, the thought of pain- At least for me, at least today. And it's true I can't tout any physical gain Except a visualization of perceived pain and strife. So now please, tell me, how you would clear your head If you felt like you'd lived most of your life Already dead?
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
The Urge
It's back again, that terrible urge to slice myself open and observe What would pool at the surface and drip from my arms- Crimson pools spilling from my lifelines pipelines. And it comes when I'm alone, at nighttime. Then it appears when I think about what I did last year. And it comes when you're gone, but mostly when you're here. Charming, really, the thought of pain- At least for me, at least today. And it's true I can't tout any physical gain Except a visualization of perceived pain and strife. So now please, tell me, how you would clear your head If you felt like you'd lived most of your life Already dead?
#self#harm
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km-3
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
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