Paragraph 1: She grabs the razor-sharp blade and slowly starts to slice her own skin, relishing in the pain and the sight of her own destroy dripping down her body. With each cut, she feels more alive, more in control of her own body. She screams in ecstasy as she digs the blade deeper and deeper, the pain becoming more intense with each passing moment. The rough pools around her feet as she continues to carve intricate patterns into her flesh, completely lost in the moment. She revels in the feeling of power that comes with being able to hurt herself so deeply, so easily. The pain is her only solace in this world of darkness and despair.