I'm so scared of living but no fear for death. Why do people continue living if all I do is suffer? There's really only one person keeping me here. It's painful rethinking all the memories and realising if I ended it up won't be able to make new ones.
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An Abomination
PoetryReal life diary entities of a crazed bpd teenage girl, going through the tough works of life. Hope my writing can let people know that at they're not alone.
