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Dec 2019
TW: Self harm, cutting


I did something
Why’d I do that....
Bought replacements
Told myself it was to keep it clean
But I know it’s so I can do more
Eight fresh, clean blades
I know they’re not for crafts
I won’t use them for cutting paper
But rather....
They’ll help me drip red
In some sick way, I feel like I’ve bought myself new toys...
Empire
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Empire  21/F/Sol III
(21/F/Sol III)   
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   TheRaven, --- and ---
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