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I watched the control slowly slip out of my grip, Life slip out of my hands. I could feel the weight of overthinking while trying to quit. Stay clean. But self harm gave me control, So what is it really?
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Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 12:35 PM UTC
Quit
I watched the control slowly slip out of my grip, Life slip out of my hands. I could feel the weight of overthinking while trying to quit. Stay clean. But self harm gave me control, So what is it really?
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Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 12:35 PM UTC
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