Deal With It
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One time is all it takes for it to happen. Then you find yourself doing it over and over again when you deal with all your shit. When I think back to when I used cry and hurt over a scraped knee or if my Pooh bear stuffed animal got mud on it. It all seems unreal. Like a dream almost. Why am I sitting here at my desk when no ones home, carving into my skin? It seems like I'm this really depressed person. Truth is, I've learned to accept the fact that I'm one screwed up 15 year old girl. A few words I discovered throughout the shit down the road. And it's: Deal with it. And that means in any way possible.
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