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Megan
Copyright, Megan
my head is pounding and my mind is racing, another night alone with my thoughts.
my cold, shaking hand reaches out into the night, frantically searching for my one true friend; the one who can give me what I need. music in the background is able to drown the sound of my cries, but not the screaming in my head.
suddenly my fingers glide across its surface.
a quiet sigh leaves my body.
"how I've missed you my friend"
my hand clenches around him as I bring his edge to my pale flesh.
I close my eyes and let him run wild on my wrists.
Faster and deeper he goes, until he's satisifed my need.
a cold liquid trickles down my arm and a single tear falls down my face.
my friend returns to the darkness and I am once again left alone with my thoughts.