Poetic Paragraphs
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TW: self harm, body image, depression
"Slipping into their heads, death rises from the crevice in which it had been hidden, soft and silent. It's there, unnoticed, casting shade over thoughts, and sometimes shade turns to darkness. A darkness that seeps into overcast nights filled with clouds, with teenagers standing in brightly lit bathrooms with razors over their bared wrists. "
Poetry that can't quite fit in phrases, so they turned into paragraphs.
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