The box with the razor blades was my best friend.
We experienced pain together.
That box helped.
That box relieved.
That box saw me at my worst.
It knew all my secrets.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.... Each time deeper and deeper.
The proof was on my skin.
The proof was on the floor.
The proof was on the blade.
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