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𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝟎.𝟏 | ⚪︎ 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲.
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the world only seemed dull.
everyone had their purpose figured out; it was like the universe chose favorites.
dirty blonde, gemini, student. pale. blue eyes. not even close to perfect.
the halls only echoed with curse words and cap slangs; and judgment performed and art.
you struggle, but it won't matter anymore.
cutting was a no go—it was seen as prime attention-grabbing and her skin was too tough and scarred with the effects of late-night snacks to cut through.
she resorted to drawing.
her arms, legs, stomach and neck—everything drowning in tattoos from the tip of a sharpie.
it never released anything, all it did was provide something less painful to focus on.
every time I show myself to someone they leave.
there was no more points for living, it all just seemed like cliché depression to be ashamed of.
