He took it all away.
My happiness, beliefs and innocence.
He was the blade against my porcelain, now-slit wrist.
He isn't aware (and frankly wouldn't care)
that he left the wound he inflicted upon me open.
So the infectious wrist started decomposing.
I tried stitching it myself,
but later found it was better left untouched.
The unbearable pain repelled me from a cure.
So the wound remained permanent.
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