CutMeOpen
The first cut reminds me of birth.. frightened by all the wonderfulness and strangeness and pain. the blade cold running upward towards unforgiveness.. warm my soul. O I cry out into Infinity.. drip drip splash onto the floor of my empty world called room. No one's coming no one cares no one hears my silent yells muffled by my pride. You see I've died a million times before, I've spilled out today. always the same tingling from the feet oh familiar path moving up until both arms are heavy down to the fingertips numbing.. who will miss me who will cry as I cried.. No one.
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