Copyright. Summer Wright. ( suicidaldemise)
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Acid skeletal hands snatch at me from the far abyss of darkness. Razor lullabies rock me to sleep in a sticky residue of red. I see nothing in this world. I am blind and deaf. Slanderous lies no longer corrode my ears, slowly breaking me down into the cracks of the sidewalk in which you once walked upon. My hands are empty; devoid of a life force I once thought was you. Puzzle pieces are a lie hidden in our society. There is no true match to the other half of us. I think I found that out well enough.
Suicide is our only salvation. The broken glass that reflects our true selves to us. The bottle that we used to pull the trigger on our pain.In reality, we're all scared of our existence. We hate ourselves because what we see and what we want to see are two totally different things and no matter how hard we try we'll never be able to accept that.But thats just a matter of life. And the reality of this story isn't life itself but of the death of one life in particular. My life. This is my suicide. This is my beginning of my end.
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Deadly
लघु कहानीThis is the story of a dead girl. A victim of life who couldn't find salvation in anything else but a razor blade. Discover the suicide of December.
