My vision blurs, my body is no longer mine; my hand moves in swift, clean motions. It won't stop, I can't stop it. I want to but I can't.
The only thing that bubbles into my blank mind is the sensation my movements provoke. It burns.
Maybe the sensation is the reason why I do it. Maybe I do deserve this pain. No, I do deserve this pain.
I don't deserve to feel pleasure... happiness.
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Happiness
Teen Fiction"Things will change; you'll get better, they always do." "If you believe that, you're an idiot. The only thing that will be changing is my dosage. This one thing I could never find in my life, you think I can receive just like th...
