i cut. 5 times on my left upper thigh. havent cut in a few months. i dont know what im doing. i want to cry but cant. every time today the tears have started coming i just cut again. felt so good, pressing the razor to my pale skin, dragging across a crimson river. slices of raspberry porcelain so carefully yet carelessly one after the other
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margaret
ps- garbage totally rocks
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