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Jan 2017
I like the feeling,
of the blood, slowly oozing out of your body
like all your thoughts you've kept in,
pouring out into a stream of scarlet,
all your struggles, dripping away,
all your worries, gushing out
all the lonely and hard times,
are gone, and all you're replaced with
is the silent pain of blood,
and a razor on the floor.
Cutting.
Emma
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Emma  14/F/Somewhere.
(14/F/Somewhere.)   
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