Low lighted wishes (A Shyan fanfic)

Low lighted wishes (A Shyan fanfic)

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I cried into my knees as I thought 'Just one more won't hurt...' I pick up the razor from its spot on the ground, with tears starting to swell I'm my eyes again I start reopening a old scar. As I go to cut again I hear my door open. "Ry..."
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Quietly, I climbed down the rope ladder and sat with my back against the tree trunk. It was cold tonight, but I didn't care. Sighing, I pulled out my pocket knife and started blindly twirling it around. Within minuets I had a new set of cuts on my finger tips, and small droplets of blood had covered the blade. The pricks of pain felt good, but I knew it was a bad idea to continue this. Still, I kept twirling the small knife in my hands, every now and then switching to my other hand. Life was so confusing now, it wasn't even funny.

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