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Sep 2016
Sadness...
So overwhelming.
Depression...
So dark.
Harmful behaviors...
So prevalent.
Sleep...
So scarce.
Blood...
So red.
Self-hate...
So harmful.
Myself...
*So scarred.
September 10, 2016.
There's no actual blood or cuts, it just feels like it.
elizabeth
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elizabeth  18/F/USA
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