Seraphina flipped the page, coming face to face to yet another poem.
Pg.12
'💉💉💉'
I had thought that this was where my pain had ended.
That I was now finally free.
Set free from my own cage.
That I could live a normal life.
Like a normal girl.
Who would socialise and make friends.
Who would fall in love and marry.
Til death do's us apart.
But oh, I was wrong.
So wrong.
The stain of red seems to never let me go.
It follows me around everywhere I go.
Like a shadow.
I can't seem to shrug it off.
Perhaps I was never meant to be free.
Because it had only just begun...
In a pool of my own blood...
Once again.
'💉💉💉'
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Dear Diary: In Fire, and in Blood, and in Anguish | On Hold
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