I need to find a blade. I need to find enough pills. I need to just find a source of relief. It doesn't work anymore, I can't just calm down I need that cold blade across my skin. I need to see the beautiful crimson color come out of those cuts again. I'm sick of this I just want it to end, I'm not needed anymore.
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Quotes and poems
Short StoryA series of quotes some are triggering so read at your own risk
