looking at the mirror,
something is wrong
my face is dripping,
my legs are long
my thighs are wine red,
is that blood?
i'm sorry, my friends,
but i've never been enough
something about my knife sings to me,
even though her mouth is taped shut
so i'm sorry
but i have to cut
i hope you can look at me the same,
i swear i love you all so much
i don't know what's going to happen
but i'm sorry i've been so out of touch.
i think tonight is the night
i finally do what i've been putting off
goodbye, my friends.
this is where i sign off.
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 3:44 AM UTC
looking at the mirror,
something is wrong
my face is dripping,
my legs are long
my thighs are wine red,
is that blood?
i'm sorry, my friends,
but i've never been enough
something about my knife sings to me,
even though her mouth is taped shut
so i'm sorry
but i have to cut
i hope you can look at me the same,
i swear i love you all so much
i don't know what's going to happen
but i'm sorry i've been so out of touch.
i think tonight is the night
i finally do what i've been putting off
goodbye, my friends.
this is where i sign off.
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