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Some things are simply impossible to explain.
Like how someone's skin itches for attention, how it screams for justice.
How someone's mind keeps picturing a blade piercing their skin, pulling it back and forth creating stripes while watching blood trickle down their marked canvas. Emptying their head. Atleast for a minute.
Clearing their mind letting them focus on one thing.
From an outsiders perspective this seems insane. Stupid. Why would someone wanting to release pain inflict it on themselves.
Some things are simply impossible to explain.
But this might not be one of those things. Its easy really.
Why do you drink water?
Why do you eat food?
Why do you sleep?
Because your brain tells you you have to. It's engraved into your head to eat, to sleep, to breath, to drink just like causing pain on yourself.
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The Fine Art Of Giving Up
PoesíaI guess this is just me fucking around and writing whatever pops to mind. Feel free to ignore this it's mainly for my benefit 🤠
