Until my finale breath

Until my finale breath

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this feeling. its back again. since I was a little kiid this feeling was there. these voices that after time became my best friend. they left me all alone it this humans, demons,creatures. ever since I was a kid my own brother never noticed how much I was breaking. but the breaking all stopped in the finale piece of glass that is not shattered yet. but then it fall. it was so strong these couple of months, then it became tired and fall. you are amonster you dont disereve to live you should have died instead what is this creature doing here ha I bet he doesnt even want to defeat his father '' you are all right I knew that since I was little so you are not telling me any new news. so what is left for me in this world if there is no new news '' who will even notice if I took my one last breath, they wont even care. ''they will just go on with thier day like you had never
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"You know, my favorite color wasn't always red." Kirishima said to me while we sat outside on the fire escape. We were looking at the sunset. The sky was full of beautiful, bright reds and oranges. "What? Really? What was it? I asked out of curiosity, "It was actually silver at one point." "Silver? You don't seem like a silver kind of person." "Yeah. Silver. One day in middle school, I picked up something silver and tried to color with it. Every time I tried, it turned red. I eventually learned to love red more than anything in the world and wanted nothing more than to see it roll down my wrists." He said. It didn't take me long to realize what he was talking about. Cutting. ⚠️TRIGGERS⚠️ ⚠️Anxiety ⚠️Depression ⚠️Self Harm ⚠️Suicidal thoughts / tendencies / actions ⚠️ Death

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