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Isabelle Mar 2015
"It's been 72 days since I got rid of my razor,
but I still can't get rid of you.

The scars I made 72 days ago are slowly fading,
but you're still etched into my mind.

I haven't wet the bathroom floor with my blood in 72 days, but the thought of you wets my cheeks with tears.
I haven't broken the promise I made to myself 72 days ago,
but I still can't seem to realize that promise was only to myself.

I haven't destroyed my skin in 72 days,

But *******,

You sure did destroy my heart."

-Maybe you were my fatal addiction

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