Purple - Me
Blue - My friend
My eyes glaze over as I stare at my scarred wrist.
The pain it brings is not enough. I must cut more.
I dig the blade in...deeper...deeper until my blood spills. I smile. 1 cut. 2 cuts. 3 cuts. 4 cuts. One more and I can finally go. One more and I can finally die. His words stain my arms in pain. But soon I'll be gone, and it won't matter. Not to anyone. Not even to me.
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