razors and knives

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She feels the pure bliss as the razor glides over her thigh a beautiful read liquid pouring out.
But also the pain and the horrible memories they pour out aswell.
Looking down at her thighs full of bloody cuts the tears she's been holding back come sliding down her face, what once felt so good now feels like a sin.

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