I miss it.

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I miss it.

I miss the feel of the blade

Slitting my wrists slowly.

I miss the welts on my arm

Itching so badly.

I miss it so bad

It makes me cry.

I need it so bad

It makes me laugh.

I want it so bad

It distracts me.

I want it.

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