The sap seeps through the tangled limbs of hundred year old trees.
Blood dripping from my fingers as I fall onto my knees.
I rip flesh from the ivory bones as I howl frantically at the moon.
Throughly enjoying this. I hope no one finds me soon.
Please tell me what you think
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Very dark write Guin, but deep down your write speaks of the cutting you have done to yourself. Just remember that every cut you do to yourself also cuts me and that self multilization does not cure the anguish that you feel. Hang in there and thinks positively.
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