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It's the truth, finally...

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Heartbeat racing,
Adrenaline rushing.
Beads of blood forming
lines of it, dripping,
Scarring, Slicing, Spliting.
Pain, Thrill, Hairspray
Puffed-up, swollen, red and bright.
Breathing fast,
Tourniquet tight
Round the arm, round the leg.
Cutting off circulation,
increaing pressure,
increasing the rush.
Blood spiling, staining.
Head reeling, "Do it again."
Fingers shaking, feeling weak.
Body crisscrossed with them,
Nobody knows.
Hide it from all,
or else fall, fail, start all over.
Let them fade,
Let them think you're fine.
Start again, lies and deceit
will be your friends.