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Skin Me Alive, Dead It's No Fun

Why are my cells aching to be sliced? Why are my hands itching to inflict? Why am I trying to resist when I know it's useless?

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28 / F

Published: Dec 29, 2014
LinesWords: 326

Notes: "I'm addicted to bad decisions, I just can't help myself" (~Emery)
I really can't help myself.
Tags: #pain #bleed #poison #selfharm #cut #drivetheknifefurtherintomychestplease

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