I'm thinking about entering my avie into the original avatar contest along with this story.
I walk the streets, getting those stares and looks from others. I'm not like them. No, I'm different, or that's what everyone thinks. Tonight the night is darker than usual. No stars, or moon to guide me, but instead just the rain. It washes my tears away, soaks everything on me, and cools my body. My hair falls into my face because of how heavy it now is. My piercings are cold due to the metal taking in the cold air. Darkness fills me. This curse runs threw my vains, and has taken my soul. I need to keep my sanity. The blood will trickle down my hand and drip onto the streets. I'll wrap the wound when the blood slows down. Although this blade was not given to me for this, I know it's still in good use. The scares will remind me later of what I've done. This pain from it is the only thing I've ever felt. It helps me.
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