Pain #Friday Fictioners
A Story by Carolina Constante
Yeah people may judge me but I don't care they can't put me down everyone has their own flaws.
I am so distressed my pain and agony is unbearable. The sweet aroma of blood as I watch it slowly drip down my arm. Deeper and deeper I cut until I start getting dizzy. Cry me a river and drown in it. Your a walking thorn bush ready to hurt everyone who gets close to you. I don't want to see your hideous face again. You disgust me your handsome face became ugly. Cry over me for years,hurt yourself for me, and die like you should have already.
© 2014 Carolina Constante
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