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{trigger warning}

I didn't know what to do after that.

It was as if a piece of me had been destroyed.

She was bad to me but she kept me together...

Now there's no one here for me.

I'm all alone again.

With nothing, no one.

My only friends are the alcohol I consume and the blood on my skin after the blade of a razor gets lost inside of me, causing me pain. Pain that I deserve.

~ shyland ~ Where stories live. Discover now