(self harm cw)

i didn't stop bleeding for a long time. i gave away my blood to the tub more times than i remember countless trickles soaked into cotton balls and band-aids and pant-legs i watched my life swirl down the drain in the form of pale pink water i gave these pieces of myself away and now as some sort of punishment, or maybe blessing i have to keep these silvery lines across my skin as a reminder to never take my blood and my life for granted again.

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