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The warm, rushing blood, escapes from the prison that is my body. As I slowly press the knife through my skin, and through my veins. I can feel every ounce of hurt and despair that has built up since the last time gushing out! Every single bit of blood, and every single bit of pain, released from my body, ready for it all to be built back up again! Ready for the next time, ready for when I go too deep! Ready for me to cut so deep, that I bleed until I die!