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The familiar sting as the water turns red The familiar sight of my own crimson blood The familiar feeling of running my fingers over my scars The familiar sensation of breaking my own skin The familiar numbness that removes everything else The familiar sleepiness from the blood loss The familiarity of slipping away and not being sure I'm going to wake up again | ||||||||||||||
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