“Mmmm,” I sighed, loving the metallic smell of my own blood. It was as if I lived for the moment I felt the cool, hard bite of the metal on my skin. The moment I was done savoring the feeling, I felt guilty about doing it. I knew in my heart that I needed to stop, but I just couldn’t bring myself to end it. I was getting mad at myself and as I brought the blade up to the soft, tender skin, I saw the old me, with my best friend. I dried the tears off of my face, and collapsed into a restless sleep.
I had won…for now.

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