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Sitting in the bath,

Hot water,

No bubbles,

Just water,

White candles line the bath,

Gently flickering,

A silver glint catches my eye,

The blade of a razor,

The pain so intense in my heart,

Candles flicker again,

Another glint,

My eyes closing as I press it to my skin,

Hot burning flesh,

Even hotter scalding blood,

I can feel the skin splitting,

Under the pressure,

In the intense heat,

The skin splits,

Pain,

Agony,

Fear,

Hurt,

Rejection,

Denial,

Love,

Flows away,

Dripping into the bath,

The water paling pink and then dispersing,

Drip, drip, drip,

Splash, splash, splash,

The only sounds besides my racing heart,

If I concentrate enough,

I can hear the ripping of my skin,

The fresh bright red blood,

Pouring over and down my arm,

Splashing into the bath,

More and more,

Cant get enough of the pain,

Slash after slash happens,

More and more blood flows,

The top of my arm barely visible any more,

Covered in blood,

Already coagulating on the surface,

Emerged into hot water,

Stinging like molten lava,

Blood pools on the surface of the water,

The blood has turned deep crimson now,

Coagulated on the waters surface and my arm,

Jagged marks stare at me,

They keep bleeding,

Slower now than before.