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Oct 2013
crimson coated finger tips. prints seared onto sticky handle of the means to an end. no salty tears can lift the evidence. the stain. rocking back and forth, uncontrollable screaming. cradling his head in my lap.
please
please
please wake up
putting pressure on the injury i myself inflicted. stabbed over and over into his heart with not a second thought.
*im so sorry
Anna
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