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by nope123

Maybe if i lace my thighs with bandaids I can trick my brain into thinking that i ripped myself apart just moments ago and maybe i'll get the adrenaline rush anyway. Since all it takes is the sting of a razor blade for me to feel something, maybe the thought of pain will do the same. "The mind is everything, what we think we become."
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Aug 24, 2014
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fuck selfharm trigger depression suicidalthoughts relapse depression rape abuse

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