Finger Painting
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MatureComplete Fri, Nov 13, 20203h 26m
"I WORE THE SMELL OF BLOOD AND DEATH LIKE PERFUME"
I may have been angry at my mother and brother - but I was angrier at myself.
Angry for the person I knew I was becoming.
Drip.
"One thousand nine hundred eighty-four."
I felt it and I knew I couldn't stop it.
Disclaimer: This book features gore, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, psychological issues, and overall extremely dark themes. If you are sensitive in some way to any of these, please read with caution.
Cover by @imblacknblue
Editing by @imblacknblue
*all chapters are edited unless it says "unedited" at the top of the chapter
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