Fucking weeping on the floor huddled under black sheets. Snot oozes like pus from a freshly opened wound. I don't know what to do here, I really don't. I want to cut myself open to let it out, to get the rush. I have no way to make myself feel better. Nothing I can do, nothing I can say, nowhere to go.
Mercy killing?
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