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[aid] => mick
[title] => cutting
[time] => 2011-02-17 22:13:03
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[bodytext] => feeling raw and feeling awfully unholy feeling dangerous and oh so turned on. I grab a sharp knife one that is just enough to give me a little sting. That little sting I oh so crave, a little blood to feel alive, and I wish someone can cut me for once. I wish you would come out and play with me, cut me where ever you would like. When I am alone I like to start off fresh with clean healed skin across my wrist I close my eyes and give in to the sweet surrender of my pain. It's a dangerous game I like to give into the smell of my own flesh is often pleasing to me. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 132 [topic] => 76 [informant] => DanielleMarie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => obsession )
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