I love...blood

I love the burning sensation that washes over me, killing my emotions replacing them with scarlet reminders.

I love being broken on the outside instead of hurting so much inside.

Ever since..well..that doesnt matter..its the fact that everythings crashing down at once. Everythings trapped inside of you, bursting to get out, and once you break open, it feels calming almost.

I love being able to manipulate my mind, I like to see my pain flowing into my sight, and for the world to see. I like having options..I like not having to deal with things.

Most of all, I love being able to lie to myself

The End

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