TW: heavy talk of self harm
Sometimes I forget how good it feels to cut
How good it feels to see the blood
To see the scabbed over line
But then I do it
Usually because I was set off or I don't want to blow up
And I remember the feeling
And then I don't want to be clean anymore
I just want to do it
Many, many times
(23/5/21)
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A Glimpse Into My Brain
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