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Sep 2018
people flowing through the halls,
thoughts flowing through my mind,
stolen metal flowing through my hands,
blades flowing across my wrists,
blood flowing down my arms,
to my fingertips,
to the drain.
til
there
is
none
left.
Written by
nooneknoes  16/F/idk
(16/F/idk)   
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