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Sickening


It's fucking ridiculous, Every where I go,.. ALL my mind wonders off to start thinking about is, hmm, I can cut with that, just gash myself open and watch the gooey blood seep from my tiny mangled arm, That pipe or bar would leave a nice burn if i heated it up, press it down hard and melt my peach colored flesh turning it red and bloody, I could hand myself there, and have everyone helplessly watch my body flail as I suffocate and snap my own neck, It's fucking sickening, can't I once, just once think normally?
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Just trying to make a statement while trying to find my place in the world

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