I got to admit, this separation from skin to nail is a lil' pleasing.
Masochistic,
more like alive.
I did something wrong.
I know I did, you didn't enjoy it, it was all my fault.
Fuck the...
I don't care.
It's nice to know this is all real.
That lil pulse in my finger is true.
Don't leave. I swear this is the last time.
Throw all my tools away. Throw the last shiny blade, it's the end.
It's your fault!
I tried but you can go fuck yourself and just waste in ruin.
I love me more.
I love you, just stay.
I hate you.
Go ahead and leave.
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