i have stopped picking my
skin apart, have stopped
trying to pull pieces of
myself off in the hopes
that there is something
better underneath.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 1:33 AM UTC
i have stopped picking my
skin apart, have stopped
trying to pull pieces of
myself off in the hopes
that there is something
better underneath.
the entirety of november
was good to me. i'm trying
to still be living in it.
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