Just a random thought.
If only cowards cut or commit suicide, why am I here? I'm a coward. And yet I'm still very much alive, and the worst scars I have are from when my cat pounced me, fell, and tried to claw her way back up on to me (3 scars on my forearm near my elbow; as of this entry, one is fully visible, one is only half-there, and the other has faded completely)
If only cowards cut or commit suicide, what does that make me, too afraid to pick up the blade?
It makes me alive with pretty wrists is what it makes me blaugh
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