ten thousand times have i shot myself.
self injuries leaving deep impact.
I’m bleeding out. I’m bleeding heart.
i said i would die of blood loss but I’m 2nd guessing.
how my lips made an outline to trace yrs.
against my darker skin/harder skin/warmer skin.
oh what a night.
I’m cold and alone and dying.
and i don’t know where i am.
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