Im Sitting Here Again. The Blade Is In My Hand. Should I Go Through With It? Will It Truly Help? Either Way I Know Theres No Stopping whats To Come. The Cold Steel Touches My Wrist. I Pull It Across. The The Blood Rushes Out. It Stings But Its Not Enough. There Has To Be More. I Cant Stop Until Im Num Until This Pain Inside Me Subsides. But It Will Return To Me And These Wounds Will Heal Only To Be Re-opened Or Replaced By Others... Sitting Here Again.
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