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I don't know where to begin. I wish I could tell you. Everyday I punch a wall once, twice maybe three times. This isn't the worst part. On the outside I am an image of childhood. Innocence. On the inside I can see what I've done to myself. Temple. I can feel that I've destroyed my insides, everything that keeps me alive. I've slowly destroyed it. Every day I add a new line, one, two, maybe even three. You'll never know, you never ask. Enjoy your time. I'll enjoy mine.
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Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
Clueless.
I don't know where to begin. I wish I could tell you. Everyday I punch a wall once, twice maybe three times. This isn't the worst part. On the outside I am an image of childhood. Innocence. On the inside I can see what I've done to myself. Temple. I can feel that I've destroyed my insides, everything that keeps me alive. I've slowly destroyed it. Every day I add a new line, one, two, maybe even three. You'll never know, you never ask. Enjoy your time. I'll enjoy mine.
emma-espinoza
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Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
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