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Really? Thanks for being there even when I cannot cling to you, even when I am nowhere, alone while having stomachaches and trying to claim a heart attack. The thought of a cutter making a hole on my throat is better than you kissing me on the lips. I tried to binge eat and forget what you told me to forget, because I cannot cut, I cannot lose any more blood; I don't think I have enough. Really? I kept you awake; I keep you awake, or asleep with tons of nightmares, every single night even when I am gone, completely gone.
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Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
The closest thing to frangipani: because of the smell
Really? Thanks for being there even when I cannot cling to you, even when I am nowhere, alone while having stomachaches and trying to claim a heart attack. The thought of a cutter making a hole on my throat is better than you kissing me on the lips. I tried to binge eat and forget what you told me to forget, because I cannot cut, I cannot lose any more blood; I don't think I have enough. Really? I kept you awake; I keep you awake, or asleep with tons of nightmares, every single night even when I am gone, completely gone.
2:20 a.m.
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Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
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