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Sep 2014
I miss it...

I miss the feeling of it.

The blade sliding across my skin.

Seeing the red against my pale skin.

The release I get from it.

I miss it more than anything.

Please give me strength to not.
Jodey Ross
Written by
Jodey Ross  Stuart, FL
(Stuart, FL)   
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     Autumn, mia and ---
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