I want to….
Cut myself. over and over, until my hands drip with blood. But I wont. My Defenses are still intact. and any urges are being easil repressed. I’ll be fine.
Though, when it’s dark and silent. I still want to reach for the razor and feel the skin tear…
I know where you are coming from my dear. Call if you need to, no matter what the time. Got me?
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