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I feel as if in walking in the darknes light stiches are broken but the twitch just enought so I can see something in from of me. I walk towards it, a mirror, it goes my scars, bruises, and cuts from life. I want to disguise them, but they don't disappear. Especially the one marked with Love on it. It hurts, it hurts like a knife penetrating the skin. I can't seem to stop it. The damage is done
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Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 7:49 AM UTC
Cuts, Bruises, Scars
I feel as if in walking in the darknes light stiches are broken but the twitch just enought so I can see something in from of me. I walk towards it, a mirror, it goes my scars, bruises, and cuts from life. I want to disguise them, but they don't disappear. Especially the one marked with Love on it. It hurts, it hurts like a knife penetrating the skin. I can't seem to stop it. The damage is done
BlueAngel
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Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 7:49 AM UTC
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