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i see it glittering in my hand
sunlight reflecting off the sharpened edge
what brought me to do such a thing
my best friend, a tiny sliver of metal, controls my mind.
it makes my stomach twist and my head ache as it makes train tracks of blood
up and down my arm.
it's a cruel fascination, a deadly habit-
wanting to see red droplets ooze from my arm and edge their way towards my
a habit that gets worse every time my friend touches my skin.
deeper, harder. i want to see what will happen if Mr sharpy and i get into a fight.
i lose all sanity, my resolve disappears.
nothing is left but i, my friend ( the tiny sliver of metal) and the train tracks made of