I love it when the heat and stinging sensation pierce through my arm.
The moment I slice my own flesh open, I could feel peace.
As long as I felt the burning sensation, my head is quiet.
No noise from the outside; no past memories that haunt me; no scars torn open again; and no pain that stings relentlessly.
It always work, but it never lasts long.
When the pain goes away, the calm became chaos, the quiet became loud.
I want that burning and stinging sensation to last longer.
So, I did it again. And again.
Eventually, I couldn't bring this to an end.
It's always either the body or the heart.
I rather it be the body.
At least I could get peace for what I've longed for.
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Story of the Girl
Short StoryCombinations of short stories about how the girl described depression, her life, events she had gone through in and unusual way. True stories. *CAUTION: Some scene may contain blood and violence*
