The blood was everywhere.
I looked at the door. It was shut, just like Hungary left it.
I looked at my desk and immediately noticed a pack of tissues. I took them and gently wiped the blood off my arms.
The wounds were huge. And open
Believe me, looking at the inside of your body isn't fun.
I fell on my knees. I didn't know what to do. I was lost and sad.
I was sorry.
Why?
Looking back I can see I was sorry for existing.
I started crying so hard that I fell over.
I was lying on the floor huddled and crying for the next hour. Or more.
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Sorry ze rozdział taki krotki ale life is hard life is brutal 🎀
