I Try Not To Cry
The moon above me smiles sickly. It knows something that I don’t. I don’t know much
about what I’m doing here. I hold the knife, but I can’t stand to drag it across my
flesh. Part of me is curious…will I bleed if no one sees? I mustn’t be hurting if no one
else knows. Still I try not to cry.
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