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nine

i pulled up my sleeve to reveal a small, pale wrist.

lacking color, lacking happiness.

just like the rest of me.

the jagged, ugly scars that show the many tears that were shed.

i grabbed the small blade, bringing it to my tender skin.

i dragged it across my wrist,

the skin puffing up, red like wine.

revealing a red line.

blood.

my useless blood.