The sting of a bee.
The slash of a knife through skin.
The bite of a dog.
The kick from a horse.
All possibly fatal,
but you relish in the thought of pain.
And would enjoy it actually happening.
However, you always need an excuse for self harm.
It doesn't have to be a good,
mine may not be.
But the methods for creating pain work.
It's whether or not you got the balls to go through with it.
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Forever Free
Historia CortaThe shadows never fade, always lurking in the depths. Surrounding, closing in. Suffocating from the inside out. Releasing the voices cackling underneath. Trapped in utter darkness no light can penetrate. It's always eerily quiet. Constantly...
