I have tried to kill myself in
so many ways. First, I tried a Chinese method. One day,
I heard glass shattering apart the stars and I
stood beneath the storm. Here was Far Arden,
breaking itself apart and dropping jagged diamonds
into my skin: a thousand cuts, and I’d be gone. But instead,
it left trails of tracks to follow up my arms and
beyond my mind, which is a lizard,
cowering under rocks,
frightened and ancient.
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