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Pretty brown eyes and a mind full of thoughts.
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SADÈ A.YAMADA گریهغمگین "Same old, same old sade."
—𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳..
THAT FAMILIAR RHAPSODICfeeling went through the inside of Sade's body, and she let her limb go limp as she absorbed the mixture of pain and pleasure. To tell the truth, it barely even hurt her anymore.
Blood dripped from her now slit right wrist, joining multiple marks from every other time that she'd cut herself. For the third time, she stopped herself just before she could slice through her radial artery which could've killed her.
That was what she wanted though... Death never necessarily scared her. It was the fear of not knowing what lied on the other side that did. Would there be external peace for her or another hell to remain in? Or a mixture of both?
Sadè let her arm rest over the arm of the bathtub, the dark colored blood spilling onto the tiled floor. The relief that came after cutting her wrists always made her feel good; as if some of the mental pain was escaping through the open wounds.
Whenever she self-harmed in any way, the numbness that followed usually quelled the chaos in her mind and madness in her heart. Always being at a constant battle of what she knew and what she felt, that explained why she kept on doing it, and didn't plan on quitting anytime soon.
Realizing that her blood had begun to clot, she covered her wrist and raised herself up from the hard surface she laid on, dragging her feet towards the sink so that she could clean up the mess she'd caused.
It only took a few minutes since she was so used to the task she'd been doing ever since she was thirteen, once she was done, she laidback in her previous position with a cloth wrapped around her wrist.
