It's always hard
The first time.
Your hands are shaking,
You falter,
Hesitate,
Pull back.
Over and over again.
And then the cool blade digs
Into your skin.
And it feels perfect.
You feel beautiful.
- imperfect freedom
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Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
