Why...why...why...do I do this to myself? I did it again, over and over and over...
They're all over. It was different this time...I was in a really weird state of mind, I don't know how to explain it. Next thing I know my forearm is slashed up and the blade is resting right beside me. Guilty again. It's burning
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