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The shadows are my friends.

The darkness, my ally.

My knife, a two timing friend as well.

My thoughts, a bully.

Darkness creeps onto my skin as i break it open. Little beads of red swell and form a stream down my arm. A tear falls and joins the blood.

Oh how I missed the pain. But oh how I hate it.

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