Cutting & Healing

December 16, 2009
By Anonymous

Ters of Blood drop from my wrist and fall onto the floor to make a small pool of crimson. And in that pool of crimson i can se my reflection, and i have fallen apart. My seems have busted and my heart unsewn from my chest. I hope that this writing will help you to see yourself as you really are. Just like I did, in that small pool of crimson. August Sparrow

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