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Since I was sixteen, I’ve lived a life in glass — a life of clean cuts and sharp edges; of broken windows and shattered mirror; of blood spatter and stitches… Continue reading
…The truth is this: I kind of like the scars on my hands. I mean, in a strange and somewhat macabre sort of way, I’m almost proud of them… Continue reading
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