It wasn't a particularly sad day.
My friend told me her bag was full of knives.
I thought. (Are you fucking insane?)
Well not only knives, there is so many flavours of them. , Scissors. Shaving blades. Cooking Knives. A strange impaling Cross. That Last one was me.
The atmosphere had a taste of Dude what the fuck??
But it wasn't my friends fault.
And i Can't Judge.
I hummed a song.
We took the knives out.
And we threw them away.
One by one.
It Felt so Ominous, Like an ancient ritual.
The reason, the excuse was that her pathetic ex boyfriend, was cutting himself very badly. So She had to hid everything sharp.
There was a bed where he laid, Covered with blood from small cuts.
We all decided to leave.
I just don't oftenly think about myself throwing blades, to the train tracks.
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