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Bad night last night, wanted to cut, had the blade out, ready to cut, instead I just hit the wall with my head, my fists, broke a mirror with my fists, not the best way but I was able to release my anger and pain, still feel like I failed, no matter how I self injured the bottom line is that I still have cuts, and scars and memories of them all.
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Since you ask, most days I cannot remember.
I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage.
Then the almost unnameable lust returns.
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http://purplebutterfly.psychcentral.net/
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