"I love you"
she said
reaching out to me
so I could see
the razor scars
on her wrists.
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2 comments:
Slit wrist scars psyche me out.
Ironically, I find most of their stories poignant.
What did you say to her?
Let's play Dwarfies, rhyming game, please!
yfbfdzg
Your French Breakfast
Frost
in the Dainty Zest
Gaaa!
They brought me up short, too. There didn't seem to be anything else to say right then.
dfdpq:
Did Fingers Draw Pictures Quickly?
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