Creating The Connection

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As I looked at my bedroom window i knew moments later I would blow my fist threw it
3.. 2.. 1.. smash
As the glass penetrated my skin
I watched the blood dripping down my arm
I enjoyed it I craved it
Standing there wondering if this time it will hit the right vein let fuck it take away the pain.
Realizing this is not the time, I come back to my sane mind.
Embarrassed for letting someone see me raw
I run down the stairs and out the door
Barefoot suffering every step running towards the monster.
I open the door
He looks at me with lust and hunger ,
I look at him for care and love.
Soon he'd be looking for me from above

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