The cuts, the pain: its not the knife that hurts, but the scares they leave
behind. Not those visalbe by many on the outside. But the those known to
few. That dwell on the inside. The pain that will be there aftrer the
bleeding stops. Pain that stays around forever with that unknowingly urge.
The urge to find out why? The urge to never do again, but then the urge to
do again without knowing why? Will the endless circle ever end?...
 
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