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there's something reassuring in a new pair of scissors. i always promise myself that i wont use this pair to tear at my flesh and on the best days, draw blood. some days i just hold my arm over a candle and watch my skin blacken. perhaps the worst was the time i took a pair of scissors and cut from my belly button up in hopes i could see my insides. it was a bloody affair and stabbing blades into your skin leaves scars. in a perfect world, you would become my personal surgeon.
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