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Nov 2011
Numb.
Dizzy.
Everything blurs together.

I look down.
Red.
Blood.
It trickles down my legs.

I stare at it
before wiping it off.
Everything is soaked with my blood.
Yet I continue.

Cut.
Cut.
Cut.

Who knows
how many hundreds of times?
Just until I am
     *numb
Marie Hackler
Written by
Marie Hackler
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