bleeding autumn scars
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Ongoing5m
Last published Sun, Jun 11, 2023
cold, miserable, sad, angry is all i felt standing there in that moment. i knew i hated myself but never did i loathe myself like i was loathing right now. my mind was screaming and chanting "murderer" "murderer". This time i couldn't scream that "it wasn't my fault" or that i wasn't a murderer because i was. i was everything they said i am and i believed it. i didn't know what to believe anymore. the blood on my hands didn't vanish in thin air as i scratched desperately for it to go away. all this was making me believe the very fact that i didn't want to accept. i was in denial. i knew. i wasn't feeling the physical pain anymore. my hands gushed out blood. my blood got mixed with the blood on my hands and all i was thinking of was how to escape this DAMN NIGHTMARE.
and all this started one autumn night....
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