heroin
I felt possessed, like it wasn’t actually me in my own body. I felt intruded.
The voices were definitely real. They made me crazy, delusional. I knew this.
But I didn’t really care. I inflicted pain on myself, control running through my veins.
I sliced and burned and just broke my skin repeatedly. The pain was like my own brand of heroin.
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↠ masochist ↞
Short Story“ a person who is gratified by pain “ {greatest achievements: #325 in fan- fiction, #411 in short story} karensosa© 2014-15
