September 18, 2009
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As the razor cuts
i tighten my teeth
it stings
a thousand bees puncturing at my arm
i feel empty
the pain is gone
filled with something else
something more
the urge to do it agian
whispering in my ear
i am addicted
i can't fight these urges
i keep cutting
i look down
so many
there's so much blood
what have i become
i close my eyes
and the rest is a faint memory.

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purplechoc said...
Mar. 15, 2010 at 8:50 pm
so hard to quit. well done with the writing
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