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Aug 2013
I can almost feel that cold blade
digging in to my skin.  
The cool tingle before the sharp sting.
The release of endorphins makes me slightly dizzy.  
The bright red blood trickles down my pale arm.
Such a beautiful color contrast.
Why stop at just one?
The thought of these wonderful sights and feelings cause a visible shiver to run down my spine.
I simply can't wait to be alone so I can make these things appear on my arms.
Fantasizing about this is no longer enough.  
It's finally time to give in to this addiction.
Pendragon
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Pendragon  26/F
(26/F)   
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   Kimberly
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