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Aug 2016
I can feel it.
Always ******* there.
A constant pressure.
An uncomfortable force
Pushing on my skin,
My soul,
My brain.
Deep breath in,
Flick of the wrist.
Sharp exhale.
One more slit for the pain to escape through.
One more splatter on the bathroom floor.
One more day of relief.
Wordfreak
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Wordfreak  23/M/Denver, CO
(23/M/Denver, CO)   
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