Each tear that rolls down my cheek makes me more and more numb as the days go on.

The face in the mirror no longer looks like my own,

and my hands appear tainted.

Forever dirty.

Forever bloody.

No matter how hard I scrub, the memories will not dissipate.

No matter how hard I try, the torment will not wash away.

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I miss you.

But I'm too far in to stop.

For it would be my own blood shed in your place.