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Nov 2018
suicidal girl.
she was broken,
disturbed..
couldn’t handle what he’d done.
never talked about it once,
no not to anyone.
she bottled it up,
held it in a safe.
so hard to unlock,
no sign, not a trace.
cut deeper wounds instead.
blood all over the floors,
blood dried up on her bed.
14 years old.
scars,
from head to toe.
scars,
nobody knows.
can’t let anyone know.
sweaters in the summer heat.
can’t let anyone see.
suicidal girl,
how cruel the world can be.
time heals & so will you from everything that tries to break you ❤️
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the black rose  F/the islands
(F/the islands)   
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