| this book isn't really meant for anyone who does not like reading depressing things that mention suicide, self-harm, or anything of those sorts so read at our own discretion |
you had cuts everywhere and they wouldn't heal. when he met you it was like he was your bandage. your cuts could finally be healed because of him.
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My wrist was burning.
I fell to the floor writhing in agony, sending tears streaming down my face.
But these were not tears of pain or of sadness, these were happy tears, for I had finally, finally met my soulmate.