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i do not know why i am Such a broken ***** I cannot think of anything but my tomorrow and even my yesterday, and how I ****** so much so I will again I cannot hear you ask me if I'm okay, my heart beats in my ears, I am shaking so hard that I drop my juice and then I cry if even for a moment I am sure of something, I'm sure an angel has touched me I've got this much to do, and I say this as I Stretch out my arms and you copy me except You say you love me that big but I do not believe you so I shut you out because that is what I do I am that little girl who can't stop writing dreams on my skin or writing nightmares on my bones I wrote 'bitch, ****** ****** ******* fatty, freak!' on my bones (and my bones are breaking) even though a few had never been spoken to me, but I I could see them on lips that housed cigarettes and maybe *** and possibly alcohol. Lips that kissed pieces of bodies that should stay hidden until we're older. and all of these things, everything hurts and I'm doing everything wrong And I'm crying and I'm asleep because I'm anxious I'm afraid r.c.
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
anxious
i do not know why i am Such a broken ***** I cannot think of anything but my tomorrow and even my yesterday, and how I ****** so much so I will again I cannot hear you ask me if I'm okay, my heart beats in my ears, I am shaking so hard that I drop my juice and then I cry if even for a moment I am sure of something, I'm sure an angel has touched me I've got this much to do, and I say this as I Stretch out my arms and you copy me except You say you love me that big but I do not believe you so I shut you out because that is what I do I am that little girl who can't stop writing dreams on my skin or writing nightmares on my bones I wrote 'bitch, ****** ****** ******* fatty, freak!' on my bones (and my bones are breaking) even though a few had never been spoken to me, but I I could see them on lips that housed cigarettes and maybe *** and possibly alcohol. Lips that kissed pieces of bodies that should stay hidden until we're older. and all of these things, everything hurts and I'm doing everything wrong And I'm crying and I'm asleep because I'm anxious I'm afraid r.c.
Trigger warning homophobic slur and stuff
#fear#anxiety#deep#anxious#mhm
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
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