This world...
so confusing...
so cold...
so hateful...
Just let me sit
and fix myself
I'll slit my wrists
again.
and again.
maybe once more.
This pain...
I've grown to love it
more and more
that crimson blood...
that infliction
its a reminder
that its
all I...
have left.
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