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Oct 2018
I need to feel the sweet release I long for and the silence that follows.

The simple, destructive act of opening my skin and allowing the demons beneath my surface to temporarily escape.

Temporarily.

Temporary.

It doesn't last.

Nothing does.

Except this constant, numbing drone of pain and its physical manifestation left behind.
T
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