Drip, drip the blood from my wrist drips an the ground. Drip the cold rusted metal of the knife I found in the dumpster. I have been Alone for two weeks now I came out as gay two weeks my father is a pastor and imideatly disowned me. I just what to die. I could sell my soul to Satan maybe then my family would accept me. And who know maybe he will be hot.
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Two weeks later
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Lights flicker in the distance. The silent flapping of crows in the distance. I'm nervous as hell. But Fuck it I'm going to try it anyway, why not. I was sitting at the crossroads for over 5 hours meditating. "Satan, Satan, Satan." I was so frustrated. Uggg." I said madly "Don't worry I'm here"
