4:15am || 12/17/22
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There it is.. this feeling again.. the thoughts are running through my head..
'U know you deserve it'
'Cut'
'U know u want it'
...
The voices in my head get louder..
I walk over to the bathroom and grab the razor blade. It's so shiny and bright in the light. I set the razor on my wrist, knowing it will take just one swing till the blood flows. So I swinged it. I look at what I did, I see the fresh wound getting filled by my blood, big pearls of blood are building up until they roll down my wrist and drop onto my hand that's holding my wrist as stabilisation.
It's not enough.
I proceed on doing more. I can't help it, I need it...
