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i am a mess of open wounds and needles that have never sewn shut, and sometimes i still find string and knots in (the) places where i tried to tug shut- but ended up ripping skin, instead where: there's still salt from when i tried to cleanse myself from you, but hurt too much to continue, and left myself bleeding, so i'm still here healing, letting my veins cry and my scabs heal over, with my a hole where my heart should be, and no band-aids to fix it.
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Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 11:59 PM UTC
open wounds and me
i am a mess of open wounds and needles that have never sewn shut, and sometimes i still find string and knots in (the) places where i tried to tug shut- but ended up ripping skin, instead where: there's still salt from when i tried to cleanse myself from you, but hurt too much to continue, and left myself bleeding, so i'm still here healing, letting my veins cry and my scabs heal over, with my a hole where my heart should be, and no band-aids to fix it.
i baked a cake today and my parents dont love me. this is from 2-3 months ago but i finally tweaked it and wanted to post
unlovedprincess
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Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 11:59 PM UTC
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