[ TW ] It's like the inevitable urge to cut the healthy untou | Fluid

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It's like the inevitable urge to cut the healthy untouched flesh of your forearm while looking at it. It's so tempting, so compelling, that you can't find a reason not to do it at the moment. At that moment you've forgotten that actually there comes pain with cutting your own flesh. And you're not looking for pain. You really aren't. The urge is pointless, but strong. You just need to see the blood spill out. No reason for it. You just need to. It's obsessive, it's compulsive, like a bug determined to disturb your nap. It's like when you're fully aware of your whole situation in a nightmare, and you decide to let your head show you a very realistic vision of how it'd be like to get shot in the head. You just do. You allow it. You respectfully wait for your own mind to do the distruction. As unnecessary as it is. You just do.

p.s. there is no intention of any harmful action or thought behind this text.