endles cycle

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I truly forget how addicting it is, that sharp sting as the silver carves into my skin and the red drips out, that promise I make to myself during the night that this is the last time, but in class whilst I'm meant to be learning my leg bounces my pen clicks my cheeks go rosy my mind is preoccupied , when all I can think about is that sharp sting that realief

it's an endless cycle

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