there is a sound
it is building and growing
it is gone
knife in hand
blood dripping down her leg
a smile on her face
no one knows
and if they do they don't care
because at least shes there
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 12:56 PM UTC
there is a sound
it is building and growing
it is gone
knife in hand
blood dripping down her leg
a smile on her face
no one knows
and if they do they don't care
because at least shes there
im sorry e. -izzy
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