J.
I'm nothing special, just a lost case. My life's been a downhill spiral. So many deaths and tragedies. I believe there is no hope for me left. It wasn't always like this. It was once good days. But that is no more. Now I have to be doing something so I'm not tempted. Before I would smile for anything. Now I can barley smirk at a joke. It's gotten that far. Far enough that things just don't seem worth it. There's too much misery to not cause pain. Cutting is my drug. And i think I'm addicted.
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Garden of Butterflies
Short StoryWe are all the same. Fears. Hopes. Dreams. We are butterflies. We can't see our beauty, but others can. We are the butterflies of the garden. The Garden of Butterflies. =^.^= WARNING: If you can not handle cursing and gore then please refrain from...
