He hated drinking.
She hated cutting.
He hated that she cut.
She hated that he drunk away his pain.
She cried each time he put the bottle to his lips.
He screams as she slowly cuts her life away.
He had to stop her from killing herself.
But yet he couldn't put the bottle down.
She tries to take it away, he pushes her down.
He is mad he grabs another beer. She grabs the blade.
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Author:
michelle (
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- Category: Sad
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