Nyla K
“I dream at night about taking a knife to my wrists. Slicing along my veins and watching the thick blood erupt from my body, gushing and draining me until there’s nothing left.
Sick sick sick.
You’re sick.
Disgusting.
Vile!
I cover my face with my arms, trying to shake away the voices, but they won’t stop. They’re so loud.”
― Distorted
Sick sick sick.
You’re sick.
Disgusting.
Vile!
I cover my face with my arms, trying to shake away the voices, but they won’t stop. They’re so loud.”
― Distorted
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