transfixed on the falling water, i sat wishing i'd never been born. i found a fist-sized rock and scratched your name into the stone wall behind me. i'd never been more lonely, never been more sure of myself, either. with the sharp edge of some foreign object, i began to mutilate my hands without noticing. i looked down and there were shallow pools
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