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Sep 2018
And in the end,
Even after all the hurt.
I sit here,
Unable to walk away.

Like maybe,
I'm punishing myself.
Hurting myself on purpose,
In a new way.

I've created a new version.
Of self mutilation.
One where i use your inability to care,
As the blade against my skin.
CataclysticEvent
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CataclysticEvent  28/F/Between Here and There
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