what is wrong with me?
I cut to bleed
I cut to feel
I cut to know that all my fears are real
it doesnt hurt
is quiet refreashing
but it becomes an addiction
and i dont want to stop
with it i feel normal
like all the rest
the more I bleed
the better I feel
what is wrong with me?
is any of this real?
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