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A Glistened blade with the serrated edge. Lays down on the floor christened with crimson. The limp but clinging to life hand dangles over the edge of the single bed. Sobbing is heard from the bed, laying face down is our victim of self disgust and loathing. Our victim ME.
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Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 12:06 AM UTC
Day 79: Relapse
A Glistened blade with the serrated edge. Lays down on the floor christened with crimson. The limp but clinging to life hand dangles over the edge of the single bed. Sobbing is heard from the bed, laying face down is our victim of self disgust and loathing. Our victim ME.
I wish I could lie to you guys and say this was fantasy some messed up image of my imagination but this is real my friends. I hope you don't have to suffer with what I do. I wouldn't wish it on anyone.
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Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 12:06 AM UTC
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