I’m lying on my back with my legs spread out. Like a woman waiting to be fucked. Will it hurt? Will there be blood? I wear my skin comfortably, but my bedroom floor feels cold[…]
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Tag: suicide
If You’re Reading This, It’s Too Late.
This can only mean one thing; there is a dead body somewhere. And it is mine. I wish I could say that I am sorry. That I should not have done this. That I should[…]
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Happy Birthday Penny – Part IV
A normal birthday in my books, begins with the husband giving his wife – the birthday girl in this case – a kiss very early in the morning. You pull her from her side of[…]
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Happy Birthday Penny – Part II
“Why are you doing this Penny? Why?” You know why. Now go to sleep. I am not sleepy so I pop sleeping pills. You do what Penny tells you to do – this is the last[…]
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