Save Me Is To Kill Me #Wattys2016
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Last published Sun, Jun 26, 2016
A strangled cry sliped through my lips as I draged the broken blade over my scared arm.
Even though I should be used to it, I wasn't. The cold metalics grip brought comfort dispite the pain. The pain gave me security. It's the only thing that helped.
"I don't understand.."
Tears driped and rolled off my nose as I positoned the blade again.
Moving my hips I leaned up on the counter resting my scarlet-stained arms down. "Whats wrong with me?"
You don't know how cutters feel... but I can show you.
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