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104 turned into 0 104 days clean gone with a simple scrape of a knife with the redness of my skin my happiness is gone i lost control but i also gained it i couldnt control the need to hurt myself but i could control how many times i did it how deep i went when i stopped it hurt it felt exhilarating like it always does it gives me the feeling i crave its better than dopamine its addictive if people ask i’ll keep the days above 100 nobody needs to know what i do to myself It hurts keeping to myself there are people to help but i know they dont like me nobody does im eager too outgoing too talkative too quiet too poor Too ugly im never enough i will never be enough because i dont know how to be enough i never will i have nobody to teach me im too impatient too greedy for things that will never happen
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Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 11:10 PM UTC
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104 turned into 0 104 days clean gone with a simple scrape of a knife with the redness of my skin my happiness is gone i lost control but i also gained it i couldnt control the need to hurt myself but i could control how many times i did it how deep i went when i stopped it hurt it felt exhilarating like it always does it gives me the feeling i crave its better than dopamine its addictive if people ask i’ll keep the days above 100 nobody needs to know what i do to myself It hurts keeping to myself there are people to help but i know they dont like me nobody does im eager too outgoing too talkative too quiet too poor Too ugly im never enough i will never be enough because i dont know how to be enough i never will i have nobody to teach me im too impatient too greedy for things that will never happen
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Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 11:10 PM UTC
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