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There's that pain in my chest again..that feeling of being let down, of being hurt, you'd think i'd be used to it by now. From all of the friends that hurt me, boyfriends that scared me. But now it's like it's a brand new feeling. Like a brand new knife had cut through my scars and just ripped them open again. Internally bleeding until i can't feel anymore. So painful that you feel like passing out, but you don't because it's not a real wound. So you sit there. Feeling. Everything. Like, when it's cold outside and you graze your hand on something and even though it's the tiniest of cuts, you feel it so much more.
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late night thoughts...
Non-Fictionif you have depression, anxiety or any other form. i suggest not reading this. This is my brain dump, you can read it, or not. I just needed somewhere to put them.
