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Blood

This is what I do it for. Cutting without blood isnt worth it. I live for the blood.Its like.. I can see everything just flowing in my blood, pain, anger, anything! It makes me smile. Success! Blood means success... Seeing that rich dark red blood Red... dark rich red blood. Black blood! Its success to me.

Anger and Rage

I wrote this about the words i carved into my right arm, carving/cutting... got more blood

Carved into my skin is anger and rage. I let it lose on myself anger and rage. better on my then you. Carved for all to see... my anger and rage.

A True Cutter

I count my scars... 99.. 100... 175...

Not enough! Ive failed as a cutter. In my own mind anyway... what is a good number? Anything more then mine.

I need more to show im true, I AM A CUTTER. Ha not with only 175 scars... show this girl to the door! shes not true. I cut and I cut more is good. more to belong. more the better... I must show I am true

Who to show? How many to prove? Dont stop till I know.

Sit and Stare

I sit and stare at the shiny metal blade, I cant resist I pick it up and lightly run it back and forth over my skin settling on a new piece of skin a new piece of paper to begin my art, my painting. I can feel the cold metal on my skin. I can feel the power I have, a cure, my cure. I crave it I need it, I want it! I run the smooth blade over and down in to my skin... dark red blood follows my trail.

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