He sits alone on a cold piece of concrete,
The coldness of it reminds him of his life,
Of the sharp pains it brings to him each time he screws up,
Each time he can't deal with it all.
He remembers the relief of stress leaving him as he pressed the freezing cold blade into his skin earlier that morning,
And the concrete underneath him reminds him of it even more.
It's unbearable.
He only wants to break the concrete now,
As well as the concrete in his own life,
At least it seems that way.
He doesn't even want to look at the marks on his wrist because it will only cause more pain,
But he looks anyways,
Not to feel the pain,
But to remember his accomplishment,
And thinks to himself that he's happy he can achieve something.
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