إيذاء النفس
The blade feels so good brushing against my skin
It almost tickles
The sensation i get is nirvana
Watching the trickling of blood
Running down my body
Gathering into a puddle of sorrow
Sorrow for what i don't have
Im desperate for a release
But what release is better then pain
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