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#self-harmshowering
Freedom is being able to use my razor. Freedom is being able to use my razor. To glide it without caution against my skin; with no interruptions from noisy roommates. To glide it without caution against my skin; with no interruptions from noisy roommates. In the warmth of these curtains I am safe. In the warmth of these curtains I am safe. I let the warmth soak me in the droplets caressing my skin, washing away the dirt. I let the warmth soak me in the droplets caressing my skin, washing away the dirt. I lather myself in the memories of the day as I unwind, the tension fades. I lather myself in the memories of the day as I unwind, the tension fades. A smile comes to my lips as I step out of my night time ritual; Showering. I smile comes to my lips as I step out of my night time ritual; Cutting. Freedom is being able to use my razor.
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
tiffany-m-lundrigan
Freedom
Freedom is being able to use my razor. Freedom is being able to use my razor. To glide it without caution against my skin; with no interruptions from noisy roommates. To glide it without caution against my skin; with no interruptions from noisy roommates. In the warmth of these curtains I am safe. In the warmth of these curtains I am safe. I let the warmth soak me in the droplets caressing my skin, washing away the dirt. I let the warmth soak me in the droplets caressing my skin, washing away the dirt. I lather myself in the memories of the day as I unwind, the tension fades. I lather myself in the memories of the day as I unwind, the tension fades. A smile comes to my lips as I step out of my night time ritual; Showering. I smile comes to my lips as I step out of my night time ritual; Cutting. Freedom is being able to use my razor.
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