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In the deepest of nights the monster comes to me It hurts me so much but it says I  t    l  o  v  e s   m  e It tortures me deep into the night consuming ever last bit of me until I'm almost g  o  n  e That's when I start to control myself I look down at the razor                                                            'This isn't what I want to do' I tell myself but I   d  o   i  t   a  n  y  w  a  y. Cut, C u t, C  u  t It doesn't hurt but it distracts me I don't want to cut up my arms so. . . snip, s n i p, s  n  i  p I cut my hair instead and look at how pathetic I am As the tears stream down my face I pick myself up and wait for tomorrow to get it fixed.           j.b.
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Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 4:49 PM UTC
Cut my hair
In the deepest of nights the monster comes to me It hurts me so much but it says I  t    l  o  v  e s   m  e It tortures me deep into the night consuming ever last bit of me until I'm almost g  o  n  e That's when I start to control myself I look down at the razor                                                            'This isn't what I want to do' I tell myself but I   d  o   i  t   a  n  y  w  a  y. Cut, C u t, C  u  t It doesn't hurt but it distracts me I don't want to cut up my arms so. . . snip, s n i p, s  n  i  p I cut my hair instead and look at how pathetic I am As the tears stream down my face I pick myself up and wait for tomorrow to get it fixed.           j.b.
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TheSadGhost
13/F/California
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 4:49 PM UTC
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