I found a knife in my drawer. I saw the gloss of the knife as I was searching my drawer for some coughdrops because my throat was hurting. I had the urge to grab the knife fantasizing about how it would feel on my wrist. I had to steady myself and walk away because I knew I would get in trouble. It felt amazing to think about all the blood though..
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Author:
Skylar Cloud (Pseudonym) (
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