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My escape For the moments where I feel as Though my entire being will collaps, The blade is my silent savior.
It's pinch is on i love extently. The pain brings me out of the Abyss located deep within my mind.
My wrists crimson tears travel down the tips of my fingers, their own Deaths reaping them as they Hit the porceline sink.
Until my own tears fall To dilute them into a Soft pink. For now....I am alive.
Escape.....
