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Mar 2015
I looked in the mirror and trembled at what I saw. The blood running down my wrists and thighs. I look pale and sickly, with bags under my eyes. And my eyes, oh my eyes. The white is turning black, as well as the color. It's either my soul disappearing, or my inner demons taking over. I drop to my knees, black creeping in the edges. I fall to my sides, the ground slick with my blood. I drift into the darkness, ashamed of what I've become. I'm ready to say good-bye.
Destani McKee
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Destani McKee  Las Vegas
(Las Vegas)   
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