Some days she had bruises all over her.
Some days there were burns.
All over her hands so she couldn't write.
All over her neck so she couldn't breathe.
She couldn't breathe properly most days anyway.
Not since that beautiful necklace had adorned her.
That beautiful necklace of rope.
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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.
