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(tw: self harm) excruciating pain, drowning sadness, overpowering happiness, elated disposition i am but indifferent to these much rather i cannot feel every nerve in me refuses to let me feel my own skin refuses to be drunk with warmth, my muscles stiff, and a smile which refuses to brush my features so i use force i cut and i cut i linger the blade inside the wound that way more blood comes out did you know a wound gets harder to close when you twist the blade? oh, dear dear i need to find knives, none sharp, none too large, paint my skin with my blood allow the blood to drip allow my trembling figure to be accustomed to the pain the pain that wont end the pain that takes away the numbness i can feel at last i can feel the blade against my skin and i can see the blood dripping down the bathroom floor what a mess, what a mess.
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Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 2:10 PM UTC
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(tw: self harm) excruciating pain, drowning sadness, overpowering happiness, elated disposition i am but indifferent to these much rather i cannot feel every nerve in me refuses to let me feel my own skin refuses to be drunk with warmth, my muscles stiff, and a smile which refuses to brush my features so i use force i cut and i cut i linger the blade inside the wound that way more blood comes out did you know a wound gets harder to close when you twist the blade? oh, dear dear i need to find knives, none sharp, none too large, paint my skin with my blood allow the blood to drip allow my trembling figure to be accustomed to the pain the pain that wont end the pain that takes away the numbness i can feel at last i can feel the blade against my skin and i can see the blood dripping down the bathroom floor what a mess, what a mess.
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Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 2:10 PM UTC
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