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Breaking the habbit

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GhostOfTheEmptyGrave

Published: Jan 2, 2014

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Cutting
Is a bad habbit
That becomes an addiction

We love the pain
We love the blood
We love the adrenaline

It causes numbness
To go away
Even if only for a moment

We know it's wrong
But we can't help it
We always say:
"Just one more"

And when we try to end it
It becomes worse
We miss the shine of the blade
The crimson color of the blood
And its taste on our mouth

The blade is caling me now
Should I attend to it?

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