chocolatecharlee
My white cells and my red ones, together in the moonlight of dying flesh. Or maybe they were in the sunlight of the blade's refelction? I am so unsure as of right now. But what I do is that it was a glorious dance, a nice slow waltzm and it may never happen again.
my skin is leaning backwards, screaming and moaning in agony. it hates me. it's too tight and too dry and cutting it away isn't helping anymore. my skin is in revolt and i seem to lack the knowledge of how to contain it. my parents can't help, neither can my friends.
He broke my fucking heart.
It was more than a falling out.
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