I feel the sharp pain of the blade as it slides across my skin, and slices the layers. I feel the cold steel across my porcelain, and frail skin. The sweet caress of the blade as it slowly starts to kill me. It whispers to me at night and tells me things only a person like we would want to hear. Tears fall as I look into the reflection of the knife and see a girl who is not me. But yet a reborn some one, something that is so hideous and like a carcass. I don’t know what to do, if I do look…
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Posted on April 18, 2008 at 9:53am