A rush of relief as the cold edge runs across her skin.
She looks down to see that the blade has drawn a thin line of blood from her wrist.
The relief lasts only a second.
She sighs, deeply. Then begins to cry.
The relief is gone...
She slices into her skin once more- longing to feel the relief for a second more.
The relief comes and goes as fast as it did once before.
She needs to find relief
The next time she used that blade, she made sure it was the last.
She found her peace in eternal relief.
~sas
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
A rush of relief as the cold edge runs across her skin.
She looks down to see that the blade has drawn a thin line of blood from her wrist.
The relief lasts only a second.
She sighs, deeply. Then begins to cry.
The relief is gone...
She slices into her skin once more- longing to feel the relief for a second more.
The relief comes and goes as fast as it did once before.
She needs to find relief
The next time she used that blade, she made sure it was the last.
She found her peace in eternal relief.
~sas
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