Knife, sharpened / little pressure / skin tears... / air out / blood trickles / beautifully welling up / like the tears in my eyes...
Stop, a moment / cut deeper? / a cut that won't heal, like the shard breaking open my heart? / or, pills and sleep...
Not to hurt anymore / not to be anymore / To be released.
I don't. / But I always think about it.
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