It calls my name once again, the sting, the red streaks, the long lines that mark my skin...oh how I miss the pain, the ache, the burn as each cut goes deeper and deeper till I finally start to feel, even if it is only pain... atleast it's something.

The nastalgia floods my mind, reminds me of who I was and how each time I continued to fail.

Failed my friends, failed my family...failed myself.

Each cut a rewarding sting yet a punishment for being so weak...now not as common but still ring in the back of my head.

It calls to me, and I give in, over and over again...although I'm stronger, my heart still aches the same as it did back then, and so, my mind continues to remind me of my cherry red failures as the blade sinks in.

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