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Feb 2017
I got plastic surgery the week following the attack
Give or take, I could complain, I've never looked the same
My eyebrows tend to look... furrowed, like the needles weren't used right
Like the needles didn't need to hurt
Ask me what is pain and I'll tell you it is the removal of a lie
That's it- nothing of negative consequence, simply an unavoidable thing.
They make consequence too complex, over analyze little words until it spells out a disorder.
Treat nonexistence like a nightmare as if anyone would care if you disappeared.
Treat the world like a tragedy, tell yourself that you lied again and you should just die, try to gouge out your eyes before awaking and repeating
Yet why is it wrong to feel self deprecating thoughts
Luna Craft
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