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Staring at the mirror.

I'm disgusted by what I see.

An imperfect being.

A corrupted soul.

I'm a monster.

Bad to the bone.

I feel it crawling beneath my skin.

Feel it flowing in my blood.

My dirty dirty blood.

I must purge myself.

I must be redeemed.

So I take the blade.

It is cold and heavy.

But it is familiar.

And I cut.

I cut.

I keep cutting.

Till I feel that peace.

The relief I've craved.

I'm on my way to redemption.

I watch it flow.

That dirty dirty blood.

It is impure.

I am impure.