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Breathing- Being allowed to survive by yourself

i was diagnosed with depression at the age of 13 an ever since then I've haven't thought of anything but the feel of a blade running along my arm,

Or the burn of the bleach down my throat but nothing worked it was as if i would heal immediately

Scars remind us where we've been but they'll dictate where we're going

and only remind us the we're hurting and need help to deal with the pain.

MY scars are secrest hidden away from peering eyes only to be undone but sacred beauties

~SprayBerryJam01

How was it my newtella's?

|again really fucking crappy huh|

(c) Cover by the fuckign amazing Sourwolf :D (love ya deary)

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 19, 2014 ⏰

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