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October 20, 2011
I want to carve myself to pieces, one thick slice of skin at a time. I want to see the muscles controlling my legs. I want to map out the network of veins. Blood is such a soothing color when it covers the floor.

Do you know the texture of dried blood under your fingernails? I do. Do you know the sound of flesh ripping when a knife is dragged through it? I do.

We have such scars, you and I.

You know I don't have the power to hurt you. So kill me. Finish this, and let me sleep.