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Jan 2012
First, you feel the cool against your fingers.
     Let yourself calm down.
     Everything will be ok.

Next, comes reluctant defiance as you move closer and closer.

And then


Contact. The point meets flesh


Add a little pressure and adrenaline does the rest.


Your fingers twitch, you feel a scratch.


Now just watch, sit back. Relax.


You see the pure, white innocence


Soon, it's gone. Covered by red.


The white line turns crimson, and the shame fills your head.

But you don't care.


You continue to watch the mesmerizing show.


It's delicious and sick, watching it flow.


You feel the pain, you know it's there

     it's part of the experience
     there's no more hesitance.


Now the red runs down

It meets the clear water

And that beautiful droplet twirls and dances until there's nothing left to see.


And so you repeat.




And then





The defeat.
Caroline Stradley
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Caroline Stradley  26/F/Austin, TX
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