smiling-six-feet-under:

I miss it.

I miss the feeling of staring at my arm looking wear to cut.

I miss the feeling of dragging the blade across my skin.

I miss watching the blood trickle down my arm.

I miss watching the water turn red as the blood mixes in.

I miss pulling the bandades back.

I miss the blood seeping through them.

I miss the scars

I miss it.

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