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TW: Blood, Violence, Guns, Su*cide At just 18, I am tired. I am tired of having my heart gunned down, bleeding, broken, a crimson spatter...

Blood phobia. That’s what they say. I am afraid of the blood, and not what it means. Fight like a girl. Strong like a girl. Exist like a...

There's an ache in my throat so deep like a cavern. A neon green urge for something familiar; it feels like the pause after a round of...