WARNING: TRIGGERING
Silver across my wrist.
Red swirling down the drain.
No pain.
Silence.
I'm not dead yet.
Over the pipe.
Tie a loop.
Pondering.
Walks away.
Who have I become?
I'm not me anymore.
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