Recovery // styles [b2 Disorder]

fifteen

"Maybe in death I will find peace instead of this numbness that I feel while I breathe."

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April 25, 2015 -- 10:01

It felt like a feather against my skin rather than the cool metal it actually was. Is this what it is to be numb? I had forgotten this strange feeling. It feels familiar, like home. It feels less foreign than this happiness that I had experienced for such a brief time. 

They lined my thighs, one after the other. Some crossed over.

The lines bubbled with crimson red.

I never got better, did I?

Sincerely, 

Rae

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April 26, 2015 -- 01:34

I crawled into bed a couple hours ago. I slipped into bed beside her as I had done so many times before. I wrapped my arms around her as I had done SO many times before. I let my fingers sweep against her skin.

I felt them.

They must have been fresh because they weren't as risen as they would be. I felt it.

She had done it.

I sat up. I cried for an hour.

Now, I sit at the kitchen table scribbling in this messy journal because I don't know what to do.

Love Always,

Harry

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It had been absolutely forever since I updated. I apologize. But here you go.

Here's a thing.

You're gorgeous inside and out. <3

- hannah