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Sep 2018
my wrists and thighs itch.
not just from the healing scars and scabs,
but from the urge to carve my skin.
my mind feels too full it has no place to go so it travels down
through my arms and legs.
i can feel it flowing through my blood knowing the only way is out.
so i slice my skin and watch the blood flow,
knowing ill feel ok.
at least for a minute.
Written by
nooneknoes  16/F/idk
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