Blood Stains and Burn Marks
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  • Parts 28
  • Time 1h 44m
  • Reads 715
  • Votes 21
  • Parts 28
  • Time 1h 44m
Complete, First published Jul 01, 2014
Mature
How selfish it was to let a temporary love cause a permanent problem in people lives that we ourselves knew nothing about. How selfish it was to cut, burn, peel ourselves open in attempt to piece ourselves back together. How selfish it was to let our hearts rest on sleeves that lie just inches above shards of glass. How selfish it was...how selfish it was to be me.
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"The stars are infinite. And all I've ever wanted was an infinite." ______________ All I knew was pain. Pain was I, and I was pain. We shared each other, mind and body. Me and pain were made for each other like puzzle pieces, and that sickened me. I loved pain, I hated pain. I loved bringing the knife to my wrist, but I hated the ache in my chest, like drowning. There was nothing I sought more than my own self destruction. And here, amongst the stars, skies, and cliffs, I'd find what I sought. I'd make it mine. I'd become infinite. WARNING: this story contains abuse, self harm, and suicide. Do not read if these topics can trigger something within you. Please, know your limits.