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Pain
Why does it feel so nice? I don’t understand. No matter it’s with a blade, or a rubber band, it’s there, and it feels nice. It takes away from my thoughts; the physical pain takes away the mental, and even the emotional. The snap of the rubber band, the bruises and marks that it creates feels like the voices just.. stop. The pain of my shattered heart, the headache of the voices, the crushing of my soul. It all goes away, with just the snap on my wrist. Some may say I’m mental because of this, and I don’t disagree with them because it’s true. Not a single tear falls from my eyes, from the pain of my wrist. I feel the pain, but it doesn’t even hurt anymore. It’s nice.. It's really, really nice. It makes me forget about the heartbreak, for even just a second. Makes me forget everything. For just a small moment. I have no one else, and nothing else. Just me, and the snap, snap, snap of the little rubber band, that helps the pain dissipate.
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