Her thoughts consumed her, refusing to set her free.
She consumed his thoughts, threatening to never leave.
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She lay on her bed in the dark, staring at her plain ceiling, trying to get her thoughts to leave her alone.
Not pretty enough.
Not skinny enough.
Worthless.
Mistake.
Disappointment.
Failure.
These thoughts played over and over in her head, like a record on repeat. She reached for the shiny object that always provided her with a temporary relief. Just as she was about to slide the razor across her already marked wrist, her phone vibrated. It was a text from him.
'You can do this, you can beat this' it read.
Those four words made her set the razor down for the night.
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Shattered Soul [COMPLETED]
Conto"You don't need it." he whispered. "Yes I do, it's all I've got." she whispered back, a silent tear slipping down her cheek. He grabbed her hands and pushed up her sleeves. His fingers ran over her ugly scars, that will always be a reminder that s...