bleed
Choices in my head...Steel blades and glass.
Pick one up, slice through,
Hurry do it fast.
Feel the burn, then the drip,
Clean it up,
Hurry, quick!
This is my secret,
Feels better,
Therapy.
Now looks on the outside how it feels inside of me.
painful, sore, pathetic, sad. what a stupid thing to do, but i have to
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