I was never phased by the sight of my own blood
I could slash my skin
I could smile at the feeling of dripping euphoria
And at dinner
I would ask
"Could you pass the salt?"
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The haunting
Poetry☆ the feeling of losing one's self to the person they were created to be ☆
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I was never phased by the sight of my own blood
I could slash my skin
I could smile at the feeling of dripping euphoria
And at dinner
I would ask
"Could you pass the salt?"
