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Pain to him was never about digging a razor into the soft flesh of his arm, it was never about hitting himself with the microphone, or about scratching and tearing at his own skin, and it was never about bleeding and creating scars that would never fade.
Pain was to open his heart to someone, to let someone into his life, to let that someone know all his weaknesses and dark secrets, to trust them completely, just to be betrayed and left.
It was a paralyzing and blinding pain, physical, but at the same time not. It was nothing like his antics on stage which were simply a way to get his frustrations out and disguise it as a stage show done because it was expected of him.
To him pain wasn't about physical self-harm, it was about love.
Pain was to open his heart to someone, to let someone into his life, to let that someone know all his weaknesses and dark secrets, to trust them completely, just to be betrayed and left.
It was a paralyzing and blinding pain, physical, but at the same time not. It was nothing like his antics on stage which were simply a way to get his frustrations out and disguise it as a stage show done because it was expected of him.
To him pain wasn't about physical self-harm, it was about love.
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