emotional-self-mutilation
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L
O
V
E
Are the letters
I crave into my wrist
Watching each letter drip in blood and burn into my heart
Each letter represents something
L=Laughs, how we used to laugh and giggle
Black, and Red are the colors mixed upon the tray but contrasting is the paper, a sickly shade of grey Though lifeless it may be it shall not for long, you see Take a crow, the bird of death
