I look at my arms and I see my scars and every time I see someone look at my arms, I get an anxiety attack waiting for them to flip out and they never do. The cuts might not seem visible to you but I see those thin white lines and I know when every single one of them happened and why, and that I deserved them all.
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Not me. (2023)
Short Storyso, I've been struggling for a long time now, and I never told anyone about it. I've never opened up. but I met someone who understands how I feel, and I'm beginning to feel again. I don't know how to do it, but I finally feel I can fight. I've been...
