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I did it again.

Last night.

I cut myself.

I watched as more and more of my blood ooze out of my arm and land onto my laminate flooring.

I felt all my pain, all my emotions that have been bottled up slowly leave as I created more cuts.

More.

I need to feel more of this relief.

I need more.

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