The blade slices so cleanly it's nearly painless.
The flow of red, like a silk ribbon attaching this arm to the bathroom floor.
The heart reacts... A futile attempt.
I give myself to pain to rid myself of the agony I've endured for far too long.
I can't help but think that this red is the most beautiful color I've witnessed in all these years of suffering.
This is my love pouring out.
This is my pain leaving my body.
Some day, I'll see you again... Some day...
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 2:40 AM UTC
The blade slices so cleanly it's nearly painless.
The flow of red, like a silk ribbon attaching this arm to the bathroom floor.
The heart reacts... A futile attempt.
I give myself to pain to rid myself of the agony I've endured for far too long.
I can't help but think that this red is the most beautiful color I've witnessed in all these years of suffering.
This is my love pouring out.
This is my pain leaving my body.
Some day, I'll see you again... Some day...
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