Purple - Me
Blue - My friend
The shiny blade slips in my hand opening a shallow cut in my arm. The cut is ugly and crooked. Another imperfection. Just like me.
The bitterness brings a smile onto my face, the blood trickles down my arm. This is not pain. This is relief.
Pure, perfect relief.
You broke me, now I will finish it for you. You'll never see me again.
One last cut, and no-one will ever see me again.
Dark spots blur my vision. I welcome the sweet relief called death.
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