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Mar 2011
Once you flip the addiction switch there is no escape
it becomes part of your DNA, a code stitched to a piece of your soul
Since the first time i kissed my wrists with something sharp i was taken under its spell
Even when you stop cutting you're addicted because every day you have to think constantly, "No, don' do it. Don't write your problems on your arms."
Every day until i die
that's the choice you make when you do dangerous things
you play with fire and you get burned
and I'm ashes my friend
ashes to ashes, dust to dust, blood to blood.
cutting is not a way for me to get attention or pity
its many way of control
when your life is swirling around you in a spiral of puzzle pieces that don't fit control is key
cutting is control
and as much as i fill these white pages with lead and tired words, it will never amount to the pleasure i get from filling my wrists with blood
i haven't cut for x days but that doesn't take back the 6 years i destroyed my skin or make me any less of a cutter
I am a cutter on hiatus and old habits die hard
I'm okay for now, but there is nothing more powerful to me than singing metallic
Emma Jacobson
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Emma Jacobson  United States
(United States)   
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   --- and Kimberly C Brown
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