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May 09, 2013 16:55

I miss it. That quick sharp pain. Those little tiny scratches tucked away as a reminder that i had control. That moment when I finally felt something or when all those clamoring feelings and thoughts narrowed.

It's all I can do not to stick a small piece of guitar string repeatedly into my arm.

So, no, I am not having a good day.
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