I am an emotional cutter.
I carry the knife with me in case of emergency.
Today, everything's going my way, so I decide to dig in to my flesh.
The blood courses from my veins like a black cherry icee machine.
I smile, of course, making certain that no one will let on to my devilish guise.
God save us all.
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