Last night I had a dream.
A dream of such reality.
Where the razor in my hand, was not there to create wounds in my arm or shoulder or thighs.
The razor was there only to remove the part of me I hated most.
STAI LEGGENDO
Out Of Your Veins.
Random(THIRD BOOK OF THREE- First book Into your veins and second book is Through your veins.) I tell myself that suicide will fix it, because I know that I'm not strong enough to do this, yet other times I tell myself I really am strong enough to do thi...
