I need a little pick me up.
Just a taste-an adrenaline rush.
To keep my monsters at bay.
I look around and find a pencil sharpener,
Throw away the plastic,
Keep the blade.
I touch the blade down to my arm.
No need to worry or be alarmed.
I just need to see that substance under my skin,
That luscious red wine.
To help me not to lose my mind.
I'm done-maybe just one more time...
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