We will hurt
Looking down at the blade upon my wrist, I thought It's better this way if I hurt my self. As the blood dripped from my arm time after time, I think of you every time I stop but As I look at the blade on my wrist for the last time I continued to cut. Until No more pain was felt. Until the lights went out.
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