The blade sings to me. Faintly, so soft against my ears, its voice calms my worries and tells me that one touch will take it all away. It tells me that I just need to slide a long horizontal cut, and make a clean slice. It tells me the words that I have been begging to hear: this will make it ok.
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Random stuff about life and love
Short StoryThis book has qoutes and much more helpful things. Want advise or something just ask me don't be scared
