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Jan 23
Unholy slash on the hip.
Upper leg.
Close to the sensitive areas.

No one would look there.

Ahaha..
I love seeing..
            seeing..
             seeing..
              seeing..
               seeing..
                seeing..
                 seeing...
                          seeing..
                   seeing..
                                    seeing.. seeing.. seeing.. seeing..

The red

      F
           L
      
          O
        
            W
                                        F
                                              L
                                                     O
                                                                 W
F
   L
             O
         W

          
D                                       D
O                                       O
W                                      W
N                                       N
.                                         .
.                                         .
.                                         .


IT Is So CAlMIng.

   S
     o
                    g e n t l e . . .

But..


   M a y b e
    I  c o u l d . . .

                 D o   i t  a g a i n . . .


juST a LiTTlE
                        biT

                                                              HaRdER.


harder. harder. harder. harder.
  harder.                       harder.
    harder.                  harder.
       harder.           harder.
          harder.     harder.
             harder. harder.
                   har der.

I ruined her.
I just-
                           I brought the discord.
                           It was me.

I don't want your Sertraline.

                             I don't want
your
                                                      fake
                     listening.


I can feel when
someone
    doesn't even

             want to
                     listen.

                         I feel
                            too much.

I fear to feel now.


              The fans have stopped working.

          
Overheat.
Overflow.

Attend to my wounds.. Lydia.
I want you to heal me.
I deserve death tonight.

Please..
Find me a way to watch
the crimson
run down me

with no punishments
no consequences
no outsider concerns
no social norms.

It feels..
    feels.
    feels
     feels
          feels
                        feels
         feels
      feels
     feels
    feels
    feels

                    W O N D E R F U L.
W O N D E R F U L.
                W O N D E R F U L.
     W O N D E R F U L.
                                                      W O N D E R F U L.
                                                               W O N D E R F U L.
                                           W O N D E R F U L.
          
                                    W O N D E R F U L.
                          W O N D E R F U L.
                                                        W O N D E R F U L.
I will.. maybe.. - I don't want to but- I will be reborn once more..
Tonight.
I die.
I died. It's ok. I will arise once more..- NO I WON'T. I WILL STAY DEAD.
I need my Lydia to attend to my lacerations..
My wounds.
I need healing.
Spare me a word or two, kind warriors? <3
                 OR DON'T, I DON'T CARE.
Deadwood Jawn
Written by
Deadwood Jawn  21/M/Birmingham U.K.
(21/M/Birmingham U.K.)   
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     Yveline
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