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3/25/2008
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Pick a pain, any pain.
I feel the blade pierce my skin and the blood escape down my arm
I need to feel this release and punish myself in this way with this harm
I cut and cut until I no longer feel the pain on the inside and I transfer it
from the inside out. I boil with anger as I stab the knife at my flesh
I hurt, I hurt so much but I love this pain. I need this pain to fix this mess
Why do you look at me with such pity? Please don't feel sorry for me
please don't give me that look, I am such a fuck up so let me off the hook.
Knives, razors, drugs, and alcohol are my methods as I seek to cope and do whatever I can to escape, Don't you know ? It never, ever gets better.
R.C.
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