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More blood drawn for no apparent reason. Things may be okay, but I am not. My body will be my canvas, that nobody will see. My scars will be a masterpiece, but only in my dreams. I want the pain. Or is it pleasure? Since I get so much joy from the crimson blood forming on my thigh. I am a ********* I want it, I need it.
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Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 8:19 AM UTC
Blood
More blood drawn for no apparent reason. Things may be okay, but I am not. My body will be my canvas, that nobody will see. My scars will be a masterpiece, but only in my dreams. I want the pain. Or is it pleasure? Since I get so much joy from the crimson blood forming on my thigh. I am a ********* I want it, I need it.
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Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 8:19 AM UTC
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