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Dec 2015
I love the things that I know are wrong.
I love tearing myself apart
A peice of pretty scrapbook paper being torn into shreds.
I stopped puking cutting bruising
I started searching for ways to destroy myself from the inside out
Socially acceptable ways
By the time people notice
It will be too late
I'm stuck.
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   L and Samuel Hesed
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