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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The wind whistles through the cracks of the window that can’t be fully shut. I sigh, willing myself to simply ignore it. Another and another potato loses their form as I slice them into paper slim pieces. Making them as small and perfect as possible, it’s almost a burden but I won’t allow any difference. More whistling interrupts my thoughts. I huff out a breath of frustration as I grab a rag and try to shove it in the opening where the outside breaches in. Damn window. It doesn’t work but it definitely mutes it a little. It will work for now. Finally some peace. However that peace was short lived Continuing my work I'm surprised by a sudden movement of my hand when a vase of flowers falls on me. Falling and staining me with the colorful water. It seeps into my skin as if someone is drawing on me with ink. Cursing, I go to wash it but it fights me. Try harder. I scrub harder and harder but it stains my arms and it bleeds through my clothes and marks my body. Water falls from my face without me even realizing it. Drops land on my scarred forearms as I continued to try and rid myself of this curse. Blood trickles down my skin due to the force I have put through my arms but still the ink remains. But I won't stop, now I'm terrified. It won’t go away. My body is covered in ink. And nothing I do does anything. I'm too caught up in what I'm doing until I spot something shiny urging me to look. I stop the torture on my arms to give into the urges that riddle around me. Glass. It's a glass shard. My eyebrows meet together as I try to recall when the last time I swept was. End of part 1
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