the scars {ashton irwin}
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Last published Thu, Jul 31, 2014
♡Daisy's POV♡
My arm as a canvas is fine for me, people say people should use it as a canvas but I do. I really don't care anymore until I met ashton irwin.
Yes, I self harm and I have a good reason. I'm not any days clean but who's counting. I'm in high school, I'm 17 and I want to be dead. People treat me like dirt, they call me names and hurt me, I have bruises and scars to prove it all. But I'm too scared to show anybody. My parents, I don't know who they are. I was ment to be an orphan but I ran away, I couldn't deal with the pain and all those poor kids suffering. I am Daisy, the local muck up, circus freak, attention whore.
A/N
hi my name is actually Daisy! I'm 12 and I don't self harm. Hope you read on. Enjoy☆
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