I used to cut along my forearms. Nice, neat, little cuts, usually along the circumference, but a few along the length to break up the monotony. And for a few brief moments, I’d have peace. I could berate myself for my stupidity, wash the blood off my arms, and then get to work. I did… Continue reading Venting: Chapter 2
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Dark Whispers
Many of the submissions are in the form of poetry and short writings. I’m compiling several of them into this Dark Whispers entry. As the reader and submitter, do you prefer this or would you rather they be split into 10 short posts? Please comment. — Sire