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TW: Self- harm, eating disorders “It’s okay to let go,” she promised me, her green eyes lighting up in the gleam of the blade. “Give in to your grief, let it consume you.” She touched the blade to her skin, a swift movement, and took it away, little rivers of blood creeping down her arm and forming into puddles in the grass. Tears were gathering in her eyes, as she turned her face toward the sun. The pink shadows of the sunset fall across her face, and she hands the knife to me. The silver metal dotted with red looks at me, glaring, smiling ...
Her eyes were blue with green specks- like the sea. Her hair was brown, her skin, like milk chocolate on a summer day, melting into the most beautiful shade. Her skin was smooth when we held hands as little girls. Mine was rough, callused from my already all consuming obsession with my guitar. I have gray eyes. May always said they looked like the cloudy sky. And if May said so, of course I agreed. May left in May. It seems poetic now. She left, her bag on her shoulder, the bag with the cat pin that I gave her when we were five. "I'm off to ...
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