Im not. I'm not better. And I just keep waiting for someone to figure that out and they don't. I mean, of course they don't cause as long as I say the right thing and act the right way, they're happy. Because that means that they cured me, right? It's just like when I eat in front of you or when my scars heal over and there's no new ones in its place, it makes you feel proud, like some kind of hero. Like you fixed me. You want me to be normal. Well I'm not and I'm never going to be.
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The Song of a Dead Girl
SpiritualTrigger Warning: Suicidal, Self Harm, Depression, Anxiety, etc. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
