your parents had still not arrived
you sat in your back garden against the tree
it was still raining
but you could care less
you miss him
because you loved him so much
and so you took the blade from the ground and point it toward your skin.
You repeated the same cuts
over and over again
non stop
you bled till your hands and legs were all covered in red
and you cried out , not caring about anything or anyone apart from him.
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