I hurt myself.

Numb. *SLICE* ahhhhh.......

It helps me see through the shit and focus on whats real.

For that matter what is real?

*SLICE* ahhhhhhhhhh.........

Want to see my scars?

They say I'm mad. They keep me in this cell. I hide my knife because they say its bad.

BAD KNIFE!

*SLICE* ahhhhhhh..

They give me good drugs. Makes me smile.

I like to smile.


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