The torture of myself

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The blunt scissor cut

 

 

 

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the cuts

The scissor is too blunt.. 

it only leaves pains and marks, not blood…

not syok enough…no feel…

I feel like stabbing my chest with the keris in my office. dreaming abt it whole night.

We are all born for the death.

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