Do wanna hear a story? Its quite sad indeed... The cold sharp blade dug into her skin as the tears fell down her face. One cut two cut three cut four. The blood ran down her arms in waves. Waves of pain, emotion. Rolling down. Dripping to the clean white floor. Straining it a bright red. Pretty color... she runs her finger along her arm, a flower to a butterfly to an evil monster that is her. Its not her arm she sees, shes looking at a mirror... what have I become?
Posted on: Thu, 01 Jan 2015 02:45:46 +0000
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