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Fruit Ninja Obssession

"Why Fruit Ninja?" "What makes you so happy About slicing and dicing fruit?" "I don't understand." I hear it all the time. But I can't explain Why slicing fruit with a giant knife Brings so much joy. Honestly, I find it a bit odd That they can't see Everything in front of their eyes. It's plain to see. For me, at least, It's a simple choice. I can slice the fruit, Or slice my wrists. I can bring pain to myself Or the fruit. Which one Would you prefer? I prefer the cutting of my wrists. However, society thinks Cutters are insane. We have to fit The "socially acceptable" standard So I'll spend my days slicing fruit. My nights will be Consumed by bleeding. Bleeding wrists. Serving their justice for my crimes. Fruit ninja by day. Wrist ninja by night.
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rachel-klein
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Mar 19, 2012
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