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Jan 2012
the marks are still red
still fresh
itll take a week or two
for them to fade into scars
scars that will always be there
the skin has been broken so many times
now its rough and has deep ridges
i cant help but run my finger over it
i cant deny
i love how this feels
the broken skin
not just my wrist
thighs too
you can feel them through the fabric of me jeans
they say i need help
that i cant control it
I dont want to give this up
but i could
if i had to
it doesnt control me
does it?
the blade has always been there
but now i might not be able to let go
i might not have an option
but then,
who cares? *(I care)
Ash
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Ash  portland
(portland)   
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