03.07.2022
a red line on my arm, that's all. It's just a little red line, fire playing with me but I love it way too much to stop. you know that no matter what you do, that red line will be what arises again and again and what you need more and more because it keeps you alive, that red line keeps you from going insane. Only one cut, I promise, only one more. One fucking red line, I promised but it's not enough, it's never enough, it will never be enough. You don't get it, you just don't get it you know? I want you to see that I'm cutting, I want you to see the pain, I want you to see what I'm hiding, but I won't show you. I won't ever Tell you I will keep hiding it. And I'm sorry you know? I can't tell you, because.. because I'm fine, I don't need help you know? I'm not allowed to be not okay, I'm not allowed to need help. I'm fine.
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