Addictions Part 1: Red

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Natalie's pov;
I'm in love with the feeling
Of a blade on my wrist
It sends my heart reeling
Bringing me bittersweet bliss.
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Red. I used to hate that fuckin' color.
It reminded me of blood.
I used to hate blood too.
But now, it's my relief.
I need to see the crimson lines.
I need to feel something.
And if painting in red is what it
Takes to feel something, then
Hell.
I have no problem dragging that stupid
fucking razor across my scarred skin.
In fact,
I loved it.

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