It Won't.
I tried stabbing my hand.
It didn't work as well as I hoped, but there was a small speck of blood.
That isn't enough. I need more.
I settled with putting a few cuts all over my hand.
But they won't bleed! What a ripoff.
Knives are useless. At least, that one is.
Maybe a sharper one will work better.
Maybe it'll give me what I need.
What I deserve.
What I want.
Blood.
Pain and blood.
Red blood.
So much blood it makes my hand covered in it and starts dripping down.
That's what I need.
That's what I want.
So why?
Why can't I get that?
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