1:15 a.m.
watching that blade glide against your thin yellowed skin had been enough to make me weep but my sobs were silenced during the grand finale as I felt that same thin edge press against the skin of my back
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YOU ARE READING
it's 5 a.m. now
Poetrya taste of everything that has made life a little more bitter and on rare occasions; a little sweeter | just an informal way to get thoughts out, i guess
