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Slipping
Life slipping through my own stained fingers.
Looking towards the life stealing forces in this sad loathsome
Existence. Unsure of the actions that should be taken. Unable
to let things go. Feeling the life slowly drain into a crimson
puddle on the floor. There is a hole in my heart but I am not sure why.
Shallow physical cuts along with deep emotional cuts.
Both seem to never heal
