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The anger is so potent.

I'm so mad. Mad at myself. Mad at my actions, mad at my mistakes, mad at the world, mad at time for passing by so fast. I'm mad for having been so weak, so feeble to let these demons drag me down.

So I cut. I punish myself, I feel the pain. The Pain is distracting and addicting. Anger just squirts out when you do it. It's so relieving.

I guess weakness is what breaks you. Weakness is so strong.