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Some days I can feel the craving of release, the soft whisper of an old "friend" beckoning me for just one more. Maybe on a thigh, perhaps the abdomen, but never in clear sight. All these places oozing with insecurities, making me think that if I would make one single incision all of these emotions will finally get cut loose.

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