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Do it
"Do it," a voice says.
"Hurt them."
"Please hurt them."
Then, I stop.
And I tell myself I'm crazy.
This Harm OCD
Is killing me.
"Hurt them."
"Please hurt them."
Then, I stop.
And I tell myself I'm crazy.
This Harm OCD
Is killing me.
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