➰Thirty-Eight➰

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I went to the park yesterday, to clear my mind, I remembered how you used to do that.

But I stayed too late and fell asleep on a bench. I had a nightmare.

You were in it and a few of your friends, you called me names and cut me for being a 'mute bitch', but it hurt, like I could feel the pain.

Then I realised I wasn't dreaming, asleep, in a park, or with anyone.

 I was at home.

With a cut down my left arm, and a blade sat in my lap.

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