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Oct 2011
As I rub my fingers over the healed scars, all the memories come rushing back to me.

The numb feeling as the blade slides against my arm.

The empty thoughts that clouds my mind.

When I reach that temporary moment of nirvana I know that everything will be okay.
Kingafroninjaa
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