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it's not that I want to ruin my body, but you ruined it. you did this to me cuts they don't make me any stronger, in fact they make me weak. all the pain, all the truth I wear like a battle wound. you you did this to me. and for some reason, the loss of my own blood doesn't upset me. the loss of my dignity doesn't upset me. but, the loss of you does.
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
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it's not that I want to ruin my body, but you ruined it. you did this to me cuts they don't make me any stronger, in fact they make me weak. all the pain, all the truth I wear like a battle wound. you you did this to me. and for some reason, the loss of my own blood doesn't upset me. the loss of my dignity doesn't upset me. but, the loss of you does.
-s.m. 56 days clean
samara-metz
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
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