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White, my hands of ice Warmed by the chilled blade upon my palm. A touch of red Blurs pink. No light, Just white, and fade The frozen air begins to warm as the water drips from my soul onto the bedroom floor.
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC
Waterfalls
White, my hands of ice Warmed by the chilled blade upon my palm. A touch of red Blurs pink. No light, Just white, and fade The frozen air begins to warm as the water drips from my soul onto the bedroom floor.
#love#cutting#pain#water#recovery#relapse#spill#selfmutilation
Nicol-g
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Nicol-g
29/Non-binary
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC
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