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I want to let my tears wash me clean or soak me until my clothes show the ***** truth; the insides of a vessel affected by depression are not always so pristine. Do not judge this; you do not know what it is to haunt your own body, to have your mind wage war on you, you do not know the sound of your mind pulling 1000 triggers, the sound of gunshots ricocheting in your lungs; you only know that my breathing is shallow. Do not call me weak just because "I cannot stomach the same meal twice" when I have swallowed the same poison up until this moment in life where I am learning to spit it out; I love you, I love you, I love you Separation, separation, separation, suicidal contemplation... But of course, tomorrow I'll be here again, so there's nothing to worry about, right? - Crimsyy♡
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Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 8:38 PM UTC
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I want to let my tears wash me clean or soak me until my clothes show the ***** truth; the insides of a vessel affected by depression are not always so pristine. Do not judge this; you do not know what it is to haunt your own body, to have your mind wage war on you, you do not know the sound of your mind pulling 1000 triggers, the sound of gunshots ricocheting in your lungs; you only know that my breathing is shallow. Do not call me weak just because "I cannot stomach the same meal twice" when I have swallowed the same poison up until this moment in life where I am learning to spit it out; I love you, I love you, I love you Separation, separation, separation, suicidal contemplation... But of course, tomorrow I'll be here again, so there's nothing to worry about, right? - Crimsyy♡
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Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 8:38 PM UTC
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