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Only For: 18 and Older, Not Easily Offended |
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i woke up one day
and i didn't know why - i woke up i didn't know why, because i was Dead Inside. my Arms - all Cut up, all scarred. the Blade below - all covered in Blood, all dried. all Red. deep dark Crimson. the Floor half wet - my Arm, all gummy. i don't know why i woke up. because i was Dead Inside. my eyes stared at the damp discolored Carpet. what had i done - not to myself, but to this Carpet. i wondered - would Resolve solve this stain? would the Blade rust away? would my Arm ever move? would things ever be the same? why did i wake up? one more day one more day. i closed my eyes, in hope i'd die, the pain, i can't cry! but i woke up, it's not my time i woke up today, today i won't die, today i'll stare stare at the Sky, stare at the Blood, stare at the Blade, stare at my Arm, and just wonder why?
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