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Loneliness is bleeding through my veins, coming through me like an infection, the need for the family, the bleeding arm seeing through my soul without a blink looking at me and piercings their eyes into my body like the painful bite of your sister when she bit your arm to leave a clock. The moment you see your eyes in the mirror you know there is some secrets behind it that you don't even know. Do you know what kind of pain you like? The burning feeling of cutting with a dull knife desperately feeling like a dramatic child dramatic enough to grab the first knife in the kitchen. Do you feel the need to see blood your blood. Do you feel the need to stab?