I slashed my wrists with all my rage,now the blood is running down my arms,dripping all over the floor.It's like I could see my whole live vanishing ,drip by drip,although it may look a sad situation,I don't feel bad about it,dying makes me feel alive
The bloodletting is over,until my next one I have 3 more months,no fetish, no suicide, just hemochromatosis
Capítulo 219 - Meu problema com a poesia
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