Icicles form where my tears used to be. I stood alone in the bitter
silence. It's always so cold when I'm alone. Being here here is
killing me. So painful heart wants to rip itself out and die. At least
afterwards I wouldn't be able to feel the pain. I reached for the knife
in my pocket. I'll cut it out my self. Its blade shined in the
moonlight ,and I stared deeply into the the light suddenly feeling
warm… Slowly the pain faded away into nothingness. Moonlight saved me.

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