Monolouge Of An Screwed Up Teen.

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I told them. I told them how I was hiding in the shadows for so long, they helped.
There will always be damage to us but isn't that what we are? We are imperfect, we can't change that.
I harmed my body but no more.
I have hurt the one who gave us life.
I begged for forgiveness and I have finally received it.
I am happy, that's why I changed the title. I'm not depressed anymore, everyone has their off days, and all of you that find comfort in these writings, and those who have been there as well, and to everyone happy, to everyone that I'd sad or mad or completely insane, talk to someone, seek a friend.