Opening up each staple that has been poorly placed upon my wrist brings me to a thought. Did I try to kill myself that night or was I just trying to rid the awful things that lark inside me? Reaching in my mind now I know I have to be alert for these signs of darkness. Will they ever come back? Will they come sporadically? Will ever show their face? Will I ever hear them again? I wish to rid them yet I miss them. How you say, in what way you say? I miss them pulling me to places that I find excite me, unravelling me, which makes me inhuman. I know it’s good for me not to have them around but I can’t help myself. My smell is enhanced, my touch is softer and more delicate. I intake time as it was a luxury. Yet during those times, I have a voice in the back of my head screaming at me to leave this world. To rid any trace of my existence, run as far as I can, to leave, to run away. As I slowly drift away, My thoughts become none and I am whole. I begin to tremble as the night moonlit sky shines down on me. I close my eyes, Yet no evil seeped out tonight.
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