I gave the staff my details, and told them they colud send someone over in 20 minutes to collect the blood donation. Then I winced, then smiled, as the razor cut into me.
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A Limerick of Me
There lives a boy in this city, He’s depressed, his life is shitty, And he’s cutting and he’s crying And alone he’s dying And that young boy is me.
A Day, A Night
So many familiar facesYet I know no one.So many people near meYet I’m far away, all alone.So many people talking around meYet there’s silence.So many people look towards meYet they see no one there.So much laughter resonatingYet I know just sadness.I’ve nearly choked myself screamingBut no one hears anything.I have made my shirt wet, wiping …
