Knives

Anxiety stabs me, with obsidion blades, almost nightly. In my stomach, in my arms, and a few knicks all around my neck and a few inches from my spine all down my back. I don't have a quiet, dark, comfortable room; I have a room that is none of those. But I can easily pretend. It's good exercise for control anyway.

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