She yearns to pick up the blade, to slice it through her skin, she finds comfort in it, she knows the blade will never abandon her, not like her family did. That girl is me.
-R.S
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Thoughts. Sad Thoughts. Childhood Hurt.
PoetryLittle things I have wrote. You don't have to read them but I need an outlet. That outlet is Wattpad. If you do decide to greet me with your presence. Thank you. Please don't be mean. Most of these writings I will do, will probably be a little sad...
