With compliments of HP invent

My hands are sweating. I keep holding the little knife in my left hand. Playing it around. Feels like I have to do it just to make a point. Maybe a score. It’s been a long time. What different will it make this time? A statement?

I like the feeling of cold iron touching my skin. I’m about to cry. Should I stop it?

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