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[fierygiraffe]

The incision was made in the fatty portion of her left forearm. A gleaming knife smiled upon her skin, raking the flesh along its eager teeth as it passed over. Wine-red blood bubbled out of the fresh wound to meet her, and then trickled down her arm, clinging to each hair follicle before dripping onto the bathroom tile. The blood was eager to

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[xjubesx]

What inspired you to write this?

[fierygiraffe]

experience.

[dollydaydream]

Beautifully put.

[fierygiraffe]

The pain isn't temporary, the relief is.