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A blazing acquaintance,

With tender comprehension

Forges an

Epicentre of pain.

Biting heat

Devouring sensation.

And for a moment,

all is still.

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- So, I don’t know what I’m doing, I don’t know what’s happening and I don’t know why I’m doing this. I know that it’s bad but I don’t even understand my motives, I’m not depressed, heck I spend most days laughing and being happy, until I get home. But here I am two days in a row now singing along to music, burning my skin because I like the way it’s a focused pain. I don’t know what my emotions are and I don’t know how I feel, I’m a mess, but the burning, it’s.... I don’t know.... it’s focused and direct and resolute. It’s one pain I can focus on and for a second that is all I feel, all the confusion in the rest of my head is gone, as the nerve endings are triggered and my body sends blood rushing to the site, I’m distracted. For a second. But I know I need to stop, and I probably will, I know it’s not good and I’m not- I don’t Need to do it. But it does feel good.