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if i lay still and silent, i find the veins of my left wrist begin to throb, reverberate, as if to call complete attention to themselves. i find my right hand aching to take something sharp to drag across the left, to make it less distracting.
whats strange is that, never in my life have i ever seriously considered suicide, or even selfinjury. even as i lay still, and feel this dialogue between my hands, i dont think its consummation would bring such consequences, or do i consider such thoughts desperate or depressed. its a matter between my left wrist and my right. i am not involved.
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