even if she herself was the one
lying on her bed every night,
watching the thin
metal blade
slide over
and over
and over
her pale white skin.till her eyelids flutter close,
till she falls asleep.
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spreading heather
Short Storyshe was a flower just barely surviving in the midst of a rocky area
in the
even if she herself was the one
lying on her bed every night,
watching the thin
metal blade
slide over
and over
and over
her pale white skin.till her eyelids flutter close,
till she falls asleep.