The Shadow That Still Walks Behind Me, By @afortnightaway
I see myself kneeling on the floor, crying. One arm rested on my leg. The other one trembling. I have a razor blade in my right hand. I imagine myself cutting. But I could not. I see myself taking a scissor. It is blunt. I am unable to cut myself properly. It only leaves little marks and scratches behind. But it hurts. It leaves a burning and stinging pain behind. I see myself sobbing and shaking all over. This image I see whenever the shadow behind me passes by. This image arises...
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