Nightly occurrence

Sitting on the edge of my bed. It’s late and I should be asleep. I run my fingers over the scars on my wrist and feel a tiny electric tinge in my brain. A yearning that I must fight.

As tears roll down my cheeks, I realize I have to do this all over again tomorrow night. I wonder why and have no answer.

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