Is there a reason for this?
fuck.
A drag or two, maybe three across the same tear.
Strings snapping one by one, my skin breaks.
The pain is oblivion, the blood is satisfaction.
Stop.
No, there is no reason to.
Is there a reason for this?
Another drag and a monotonous face.
I'm not sad.
I'm satisfied.
Red flow, viscous iron,
gather around in a long line.
Another drag, was it four now?
I guess, who cares,
"you don't belong here."
Fucking expectations.
A cut...
...only a cut in a million other cuts.
-LovableConundrum
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