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Broken Knives
RomanceRed wells from the line on my arm. It swells over the edge and begins to seep out. I watch, mesmerized as crimson drips onto my leg. Without a second thought, I raise the knife again and drag the tip across my left arm.
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Copyright 2015. All rights reserved.
Seriously people, don't steal my ideas.
