Fri, 05/02/2014 - 21:32 -- bitzy

She kept a tally of the bad days on her thighs and wrists.

She worried that maybe it wasn't normal to think of death so much.

To welcome the pain of the blade with a smile, a real one.

But the tally marks never stopped.

Until her heart did.


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