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Party Poison had no idea how he wound up in the infirmary at the small camp Doctor Death-Defying had set up. The only thing he registered was the only substance redder than his own hair.
Blood. And lots of it.
Poison clung to the figure that the blood came from. Blond hair had little flecks of red, and a steady stream leaked out of his mouth. There was a hole burnt into the bright orange jacket, and the cobra emblem was now red, drenched with its wearer’s blood.
Kobra Kid was breathing, but it was ragged and unlikely that he’d survive. All things considered, he was lucky… Jet was already dead.
Poison’s too stunned to speak, so Fun Ghoul made it his job to try to get Kobra to calm down.
“Breathe, Kobra… just breathe,” Ghoul’s trying his best to keep his voice steady, if only to keep Poison and Kobra from freaking out. (Poison more so than Kobra.)
A whimper escapes from Kobra as his jacket is peeled off. That whimper turns i
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Leaving Those Scars There,
With Every Single Slit,
On Your Skin So Bare.
Does It Make You Feel Good?
Something That Makes You Smile,
Would You Stop If You Could?
Or Live The Rest Of Your Life In Denial.
Do You Wish To Forget Those Times?
Does It Remind You Of Times To Reminise On?
With Every New Slit Creating New Lines,
Always There Never To Soon Be Gone!
Surely You Must Hate That Reminder,
When You Did That All That Self Pain,
Everyday You Become More Blinder,
With Nothing More To Ever Gain.
Are You Suffering In Silence Alone?
Or Just Scared People Will Think Less?
There's Ways To Stop, You Need To Be Shown,
Sort Your Life Out From This Awful Mess.
So Give Me One Good Reason Why,
You Should Continue Doing It,
Speak Loud And Don't Be Shy,
I'll Hear Out Every Last Bit.
You Are My Friend, One I Love,
I'm Here To Help You All The Way,
In The Right Direction I Will Shove,
Until Our Last Breath And Dying Day!