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⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ (Self-harm, Suicide, Blood) Drowned by her anxious fears and pent up tears, she slit her pale and tender wrist. Droplets of crimson trickled down, Mixed with red wine in the break of dawn. The marbled floor, turned bloody red. No longer white, no longer pristine, Now dully tainted by pain and grim. With the beating of her heart strongly pounding on her now torn arm, She stared blankly at what she had done. She saw her face, and nothing else. An insane girl in a shroud of her despair. She thought all her woes would finally disappear. Like how The Fates snip the mortals' twines, Or like a cork pulled out from a bottle of grape wine. Snip! And everything will break free. Pop! And she can finally leave all the world's insanity. But alas, her pain-- she felt it all, and it was more wicked, more intense than it was before. Her despair did not disappear, it concentrated into a growing pool of liquid red. Red, red, red. What is the color red? Why is her blood in the shade of crimson red? Is it for the passion her young self once had in life? Is it for the rage she felt as she eventually grew up? Or is it for the romanticism of it all? To be pricked by the thorns of a coveted red rose that she never should have picked. Either way, I wonder. Was she able to feel a great relief? Or did she feel greater remorse and deep regret? Its hard to tell, but nonetheless, It is a great day for a fine bottle of red wine. Will there be a much grander occasion than this? A commemoration of one's escape from listless animation. A commemoration of one's eternal damnation. A/N: thank you for reading until the end. I wrote this almost 2 years ago and I never got show this to anyone since. Although I do not (or no longer) empathize with the feelings of our main character, I still think its a good piece of writing and it deserves to be released to the world. Thank you for reading it, I really appreciate it. And if you are ever in distress and need help, do not hesitate to call you local mental health hotlines or seek professional help.