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You see that girl with the loud laugh and big smile? She cries herself to sleep every night. She cuts herself just to stop feeling so empty inside. To feel anything. She hates herself and thinks about killing herself at least 3 times a day.
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The awkward moment people in school…
Are making fun of self harmers, and I’m just standing there like… Pulling my left sleeve down and trying not to cry.
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You know you’re addicted when you don’t even need a reason to cut, you just do it because you’re bored.
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As the scars fade. The wounds heal. The cuts continue.
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It’s a little part of my scars.
I learned to live with them. Maybe it is not good, it may be disgusting. But they retains traces of my story. My pain and a lot of things. They are more than a scar, they are the things that make me who I am. Nobody’s perfect and you not too. We all have secrets, stories, pains. If you think i am repulsive cause i cut myself, keep thinking like that. I do not mind your thoughts. Peoples who love me, they love me for who i am. End it’s enough for me.
