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Feb 2015
There are moments when I want to take my arms and make a cut so deep all of my pain comes pouring out. I want to watch it disappear and maybe disappear too. I can hardly breathe. I never thought that anyone could live like this, and I was right. No one is living in this state of mind; hence they are only surviving. The pain and agony fuses with your bones and frankly it’s an awful structure. With the words “hurt yourself, hurt yourself” resonating in my mind, It surprises me that I’m still standing. I wish I wasn’t afraid of the dark. I wish I wasn’t afraid of it swallowing me up. I wish I could live without fear of losing myself.
B M
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   ---, Eudora and Ariel Baptista
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