I held the sharp blade a hair breath's length away from my wrist. I wanted to press the blade deep into my wrist and watch the flow forth. But i couldnt... NO! I had to!
I placed the knife upon my left wrist, willing myself to go ahead to, to cut myself. I added pressure, my thumb on the top of the handle. I watched as my skin protested this intution. Then i gasped.
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that is the prologe to a book im thinking about writing. whether that be the begining middle or the end....
I dont know.....
I dont even know if i want to continue. i have ideas but....
I dont know..
Tell me what you think.
Topic: Should I continue?....
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