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6 years old loves barbies plays outside learning to ride a bike shes getting taller 9 years old loves chapstick flavors walks outside rides her bike everywhere she is the tallest in her class 14 years old loves mascara runs outside to burn off the cupcake bike sits alone she is the biggest in her class 16 years old loves black runs lines down her arms, she doesnt see the sun she drives around for hours thinking about everything but nothing she is shrinking 18 years old loves loneliness runs and runs and runs from herself she drives around hoping that she will be strong enough to make it home she is breaking slowly 20 years old loves skipping meals goes running until she feels like she's going to pass out, then runs another mile she drives around thinking about her suicide attempt and thinks about heading home she doesn't even know if home is a place or a feeling or if its real lines going up her thigh now because she found out that wrists make people worry people don't understand the process of self destruction it started a long time ago and it will never end until she does.
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Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 1:45 AM UTC
growing up
6 years old loves barbies plays outside learning to ride a bike shes getting taller 9 years old loves chapstick flavors walks outside rides her bike everywhere she is the tallest in her class 14 years old loves mascara runs outside to burn off the cupcake bike sits alone she is the biggest in her class 16 years old loves black runs lines down her arms, she doesnt see the sun she drives around for hours thinking about everything but nothing she is shrinking 18 years old loves loneliness runs and runs and runs from herself she drives around hoping that she will be strong enough to make it home she is breaking slowly 20 years old loves skipping meals goes running until she feels like she's going to pass out, then runs another mile she drives around thinking about her suicide attempt and thinks about heading home she doesn't even know if home is a place or a feeling or if its real lines going up her thigh now because she found out that wrists make people worry people don't understand the process of self destruction it started a long time ago and it will never end until she does.
sloppy
#sad#depressed#idk#selfharm#selfdestruct
quiet-pointe
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quiet-pointe
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 1:45 AM UTC
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