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A suicidal girl falls in love, She knows she is loved. She does not find that blood lust from her scarred wrists. She feels a pulling in her gut, A feeling called happiness. She believes she loves him, she believes he loves her. She has stopped slitting her wrists, She is happy, She has a reason to live. She has a reason to fight. To stay alive. But what happens when that person Leaves?
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Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 9:11 AM UTC
The question of a lifetime
A suicidal girl falls in love, She knows she is loved. She does not find that blood lust from her scarred wrists. She feels a pulling in her gut, A feeling called happiness. She believes she loves him, she believes he loves her. She has stopped slitting her wrists, She is happy, She has a reason to live. She has a reason to fight. To stay alive. But what happens when that person Leaves?
emma-whittle
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Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 9:11 AM UTC
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