Why does it intrigue me so much to watch that bright red blood swell out of that 1 inch gash of skin where, over and over again, I pressed and slid a needle over the pale, almost translucent skin of my wrist?
Why do I want go so deep so badly?
Why do I want it to swell up and become that pinkish colour that broken skin becomes.
Why do I want the darker than skin coloured scars?
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