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(TW - SH)
AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN
For each time they FUCKED UP
ONE SWIPE OF THE FUCKING BLADE
Their arms were blood streaked and covered in cuts.
Cuts that THEY had inflicted.
They'll quit another day.
Even though “Another day” just means never, or not for a while.
Or perhaps they'll finally kill themselves when that “Another day” comes.
Or perhaps they'll just never quit.
Maybe they won't die before 18.
They doubted that.
They doubted they would make it to 18.
Not in this household at least.
Maybe they’d run away from this hellhole.
But how could they leave their sister behind?
They couldn't. It was that simple. Ivory the girl was just another problem child.
And a problem child is all they'll ever be.
They miss their brother.
He was only eight.
He went missing.
They said they'd keep looking, maybe he was fine.
Ivory knew better then that. They knew that nobody could find him, not alive.
