I hope the next day would be better, but it never is.
I hope life would return to normal, but it never will.
I hope I wouldn't put a razor to my wrist, but the blood proved me wrong.
I am so mad, so pissed, that I'm afraid I'll snap someone's neck without even noticing it.
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Darkness reprieve
Non-FictionFor some reason- and I don't know why- I don't care what I become.