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by A RazorBlades True Friend
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I'm here sitting in my room late at night holding the razor blade in my hand. I'm so addicted to blood that i cant help myself no longer. This cutting cant stop i just love the way the blood pours off my wrists. I'm addicted to the pain I'm addicted to the torture that i make. I long to feel the blood i long to feel the stinging on my arm.


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