Drip drop.
Sound of lost.
Drip drop.
Sound of her tears.
Drip drop.
Sound of the razer droping.
Drip drop.
Sound of her blood droping.
Drip drop.
She had it all.
Drip drop.
A happy family.
A awesome boyfriend.
Drip drop.
But she was sad.
She wasn't happy.
Drip drip..
The drop bever happened.
Drop drip.
It resets her whole life.
Drop drip.
She was numb to emotions.
Drop.
Her flesh went pale.
Her lips went cold.
Drip.
Scars covered her arm.
Drip drop.
Sound of the rainy day.
At her funeral.
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The Selfless Me
Non-FictionSometimes, I just want to write out my feelings, y'know. It's okay to write what's going on in your head. It's okay to open a clean page and just write all the things you've held onto. It's okay to let loss on a piece of paper with a pen/pencil at...
