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I thought that By the age of eighteen I would be happy But I still feel empty I still scratch my legs until they are red I still cry in the shower until I am numb I still havent figured out everything yet.
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Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 3:16 PM UTC
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I thought that By the age of eighteen I would be happy But I still feel empty I still scratch my legs until they are red I still cry in the shower until I am numb I still havent figured out everything yet.
I still ache and that won’t change by just turning eighteen
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19/F/The Netherlands
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 3:16 PM UTC
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