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From my suicide attempt over four years ago, my left hand still throbs in pain. And there is no woman to open her arms to me, let alone, open her bosom for me to lay my head. That will never happen. The world is a cold, frozen place, even when it is blistering hot. There has been a declaration among the feminine gender of mankind, putting me on the FOREVER REJECTED list. NOT GOOD LOOKING ENOUGH. NOT GOOD ENOUGH. It is irreversible and I understand that nothing can be done about this, nevertheless, it hurts worse than my left hand.
There has been some holes torn from the paper of this sketch and mirrors and knife blades layed beneath them, I had envisioned it being brighter and more obvious. Oh well. Other than that, it's inkpen and colored pencils.

Description
From my suicide attempt over four years ago, my left hand still throbs in pain. And there is no woman to open her arms to me, let alone, open her bosom for me to lay my head. That will never happen. The world is a cold, frozen place, even when it is blistering hot. There has been a declaration among the feminine gender of mankind, putting me on the FOREVER REJECTED list. NOT GOOD LOOKING ENOUGH. NOT GOOD ENOUGH. It is irreversible and I understand that nothing can be done about this, nevertheless, it hurts worse than my left hand.
There has been some holes torn from the paper of this sketch and mirrors and knife blades layed beneath them, I had envisioned it being brighter and more obvious. Oh well. Other than that, it's inkpen and colored pencils.