But there was an old violin in her house.
And her mother sewed.
Metal strings can be stretched taut.
And needles and pins can be sharpened.
And if the cuts aren't deep.
If the marks aren't that long lasting.
If the blood doesn't flow very far.
They can mask the insurmountable desire for something else.
And they kept her going.
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One More Life
RandomA short story told as a collection of poem style parts. It centres around the life of a girl as she struggles with depression, self harm and suicide. Potential trigger warning.
