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A new year full of blue devils and disappointment.
Anew year, A new me is posted all over social media and said by everyone. We all know that none of us will change, but we want too. We want to leave the wicked people behind and find where we belong.
*unfinished*
I am an asexual feminist who is pansexual
How can you be asexual and pansexual?
*** is just a thing to me I don't hate it and I don't enjoy it. It's just there. Waiting in the dark corner of the room calling. Taunting me to have it. Honestly swxual desire isn't there unless I get emotionally attached to you then... then we are in trouble..
Story time
This story begins with a girl who was beautiful but only to the outside world. The girls picked and pride and every like thing wrong with her for she could not see her beauty. But one day she met a boy that made her laugh till her sides ached...she started to fall for him and she fell hard. But one day the boy started to push her away and ignored her. The girl didn't know what she did wrong...she started to break and when she broke depression and loneliness seeped out of her heart. But she found something to make all her little broken pieces stick together again.  But you see the think that made her feel alive was the thing that could **** her. Ironic huh? How the one thing that can make you feel alive can take your life away just as fast. It's amazing how the girl depend on a 4 in. Sharpened piece of metal so much....but you see that boy who hurt her started all.  And now she goes day to day trying to feel okay again but in reality she isn't. Now most stories have happy endings but this story doesn't it has an ending that starts the beginning
She loved to draw
But she only liked to draw late at night
while everyone was asleep and she could be left alone
Her drawings were always wine red
she drew thin lined drawings that seemed so perfect and straight
but no one saw them
She hid them away
We all like to draw, right?
But some of us like to draw the was she does
Late at night all alone
Her arm was her paper
and her blade was her pen
*Trigger warning*
Once a cutter.
Always a cutter.
As sad as it is to say...once you make that first cut you will always miss it.
You will miss the feelings it gives you as it gets wine red or the feeling of relief that washes over you because you feel alive again
But feeling alive was killing you at the same time
Once a cutter always a cutter
Story time
This story begins with a girl who was beautiful but only to the outside world. The girls picked and pride and every like thing wrong with her for she could not see her beauty. But one day she met a boy that made her laugh till her sides ached...she started to fall for him and she fell hard. But one day the boy started to push her away and ignored her. The girl didn't know what she did wrong...she started to break and when she broke depression and loneliness seeped out of her heart. But she found something to make all her little broken pieces stick together again.  But you see the think that made her feel alive was the thin that could **** her. Ironic huh? How the one thing that can make you feel live can take your life away just as fast. It's amazing how the girl depend on a 4 in. Sharpened piece of metal so much....but you see that boy who hurt her started all.  And now she goes day to day trying to feel okay again but in reality she isn't. Now most stories have happy endings but this story doesn't it has an ending that starts the beginning

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