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Follow the Red Road

The blood sipping through my white long sleeve shirt, while trying to rub and
wash the blood off but more and more rushes out of the open flesh that I had just opened. “I deserve it, it’s my fault,” I keep telling my mind. “Anything I do wrong I have to find a punishment”. These trail of lines leading down my forearms are the trails of roads I had followed, and lost my way back to my sanctuary.





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