I think about death, lack of life and how I would stop to live.
How red blood and the pain would pump out from my veins and cover the floor around me.
I would be a beautiful corpse.
Blond hair and pale skin, my eyes wide open, glazed over staring into that nothingness that is the lack of afterlife. Naked body resting in the pool of blood, red against a grey concrete.
Wishing for death is selfish. But I don't care, because what eats me from the inside is selfish.
How red blood and the pain would pump out from my veins and cover the floor around me.
I would be a beautiful corpse.
Blond hair and pale skin, my eyes wide open, glazed over staring into that nothingness that is the lack of afterlife. Naked body resting in the pool of blood, red against a grey concrete.
Wishing for death is selfish. But I don't care, because what eats me from the inside is selfish.
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