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I want to use this razor and make all of this go away.
One sweet little line and it will all fade to gray.
The blood will dribble down my arm into a puddle on my palm.
Painting it's canvas with candy apple red ecstasy.
All of the agony is gone.
The ache has disappeared.
And I am swimming in a sea of elation.
This impulse, this urge to feel that intoxicating thrill rushing down my sleeve is almost too much to handle.
How can this not be normal?
Why does this make me insane?
Am I delirious to think that I should be able to mark my own skin without everyone fussing over it?
This sweet sweet euphoria is the only thing keeping me alive anymore.
Categories: Random Thoughts, Poetry, Modifications
