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Why do I do this to myself?
This pain in my heart keeps pounding, louder and louder, as my whole body shakes in agony, when my blade slices through my thin brown skin, spilling my blood.

As it trickles down my wrist I close my eyes and inhale deeply, trying not to enjoy it too much. I lick my lips and I suddenly find my tounge engolfing a rich thick warm liquid. The taste of the envy pulsing through my veins is sweet. My teeth are covered with its sticky substance.
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