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cutting
Contributed by
DanielleMarie
on
Thursday, 17th February 2011 @ 10:13:03 PM in AEST
Topic:
obsession
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feeling raw and feeling awfully unholy
feeling dangerous and oh so turned on.
I grab a sharp knife one that is just enough
to give me a little sting. That little sting I oh
so crave, a little blood to feel alive, and
I wish someone can cut me for once. I
wish you would come out and play with
me, cut me where ever you would like.
When I am alone I like to start off fresh
with clean healed skin across my wrist
I close my eyes and give in to the sweet
surrender of my pain. It's a dangerous
game I like to give into the smell of my
own flesh is often pleasing to me.
Copyright ©
DanielleMarie
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2011-02-17 22:13:03]
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Re: cutting
(User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on
Sunday, 24th May 2015 @ 01:21:00 AM AEST
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There's something about this flow
that pulls me in...
Sweet release of the emotional torture. |
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