September 20
I am nothing, I feel nothing. I, in a desperate attempt to prove my humanity, and also my existence, lift a blade and drag it slowly across the pale, soft part of my thigh. I let out a small noise of surprise and flinch ever so slightly. A red line appears, and thickens quickly. Then, there is a beaded necklace of red resting upon my thigh, I feel alive, knowing I am tangible, and not a ghost.
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I Wear A Beaded Necklace
Dla nastolatkówThis is the story of an unknown. The voices in her head started to eat her from the inside out, so she took her friend's advice and tried to write about it, in hopes that it might lessen the Noise. Take a look into the unknown's soul, watch her play...
