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Sep 2019
Trigger warning: Self harm, cutting


i wanna savor the stinging sensation
the itchy pain on my left wrist
where my watch will return
to cover it all up

ah but the moment... the rush...
tempting the blade... tracing its paths...
then... without decision or thought
i'd made a mark
and once i'd started....
suddenly two... three... four red lines filled in

i lost count...

but i just wanna sit here
in the pleasure of the pain
and drink in the image
of the red on my left wrist
Empire
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Empire  21/F/Sol III
(21/F/Sol III)   
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