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Drytron mfs rolling up to locals to play against some random guy with their $10 rogue deck
circa 2021
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//Diary entry//
The daily urge to cut myself and watch the blood drip from my wrists down my hands and arms into the water is inexcruitable.
Thinking about the metallic scent filling the room, my heartbeat racing as I feel paniced?, but the gentle dance of the blood dissipating into the bathwater like cigarette smoke in air is peacefully easing.
The soapy burn of citrus scented bodywash makes my whole body tense, not in agony, nor am I wringing in pain, but relief that its finally over with and that I’ve listened.
I can feel the burn of the soapy water entering the freshly deep cut wound and feel relaxed, see the delicate recital of my blood pirouetting with grace and delight, just to shortly be squandered and strangled by the very canvas it started in.
All while the musty stench of iron fills the unventilated room and burrowing itself into the walls and drain for everyone to notice.
The more I think about this the more I want it
I want to grab the knife and fucking slice my fucking arm apart, stab my own fucking veins and arteries to a pulp
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