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This blade

by mikaylalafontaine

*This blade controls me This blade enters my skin without stuttering This blade knows it's home within me This blade hasn't yet cut too deep but has taken my life, you see This blade is my life now This blade slices through my skin like a hot spoon through butter This blade draws art on my wrists and writes stories on my thighs This blade will one day end my total existence This blade is my addiction, you see This blade has become my infatuation This blade is wrecking me This blade is scarring my skin with shiny white lines This blade makes me joyous This blade forces me to cut my activities short so it can cut my skin This blade is my bestfriend, because when This blade allows the red to run free of my flesh, I get giddy with excitement This blade comforts me This blade will be here 'till the end...*
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mikaylalafontaine
Published
Apr 7, 2014
Time
2m
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{m.r.l}

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#sad#depression#selfharm#blade
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