The Blade of Life
Description
One slice for hate, one slice for pain, one slice for haters, another for myself.
Sometimes, it's better to drown in pain and blood; then to be harrassed by those who can't stand me.
Foreword
Drowned in pain, sorrow and suffering; being bullied every second of the day, eagerly waiting to get home to finish her duty--to cut herself. She never liked herself, never liked the world, and the world didn't like her back. Skipping meals almost every day, slices on her arms up to a foot long, groans of pain that echo the empty halls, pills scattered on the dark, worn-down wood floor. Others hoping to save her before it's too late.
But what if it was already too late to begin with?
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