It's like watching a movie, you see everything from an omniscient point of view. You see a girl, battling herself. Trying to reach for help but falling deeper into a pit every time. A small, shiny razor blade, waiting to be picked up in a moment of curiosity and desperation. Just one, she tells herself, one can't hurt. But then one turns to two, and two turns to five. They grew in number, spreading, covering legs and arms, stomachs and shoulders. You watch with a growing sense of recognition until you realize.
The girl, is you
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Poems and Other Stuff Like That
Historia CortaJust where I'm going to dump all my poems and stuff like that. Please read at your own discretion as it may be triggering at times
