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Jan 1
TW: Self-harm
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I’ve never looked as good in diamonds
as I have in red. Blood:

a string of pearls around my wrist.
Crimson lace—garter caressing thigh.

Diamonds don’t shine in sorrow
the way steel does.
Jade
Written by
Jade  23/F/Canada
(23/F/Canada)   
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