I ran to the women's toilet.
I locked myself on one of the stalls
Crying my soul out.Your words are just like a gun,
Every words are shooting me,
Killing me.I pulled my blade that is supposed to be
Used for electronics subject.
I made cuts on my wrists.No matter how deep or how many cuts
I made,There's still no pain.You made me numb Park Jimin.
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𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 | 𝚙𝚓𝚖
Short Storyshort story. "that used to be me" Thanks to -ChimChiminie-. For the very beautiful cover