Cutting has started. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8 than 9. Run alcohol all over them. Ah I feel better, that burn, I have missed the way blood smells, the way the razor slides cleanly across my thighs and arms, dripping and watching the drops drop to the floor. I sit in the tub, angry, crying ashamed. Water trickles down my legs where my olds scars are. I make some new ones her, the skin is tough so I slice extra hard. Hands stained, eyes strained, my heart is broken again.
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