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what is better than the taste of copper on your teeth after licking the blood off your fingers. the lingering pervading scent filling your lungs as you bathe in your sinful desire.
how dare you mutilate yourself
how dare you impose your wants on your body
your body that is yours to do with as your please
to destroy, to carve, to mutilate
and i want to mutilate, to pick and pick and pick and pick until nothing but blood bleeds down my cheeks, my wrists, my thighs. who is here to stop me from my rightful wants
I feel like I'm preening my feathers when I pick my skin
I love and hate it at the same time </3