It's been a long time since I last cut. I don't know how long. I've never bothered counting the days or weeks or months, and always discounted notions such as *clean* or *SI free* because I never felt tainted or oppressed by SI in the first place
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today my rage is the colour of poppies and arterial blood, a bright, vibrant red. it is quick and free flowing and inside of me today is neither hawk nor wolf but fox, strong jawed, lying low but ready to snap
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