Hidden Pain

Hidden Pain

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I am alone. I will always be alone. No matter what. I look at the mirror and see the scars on my arms as I touch each of them and the same pain I felt when I cut my skin. I always will punish myself. That's what I deserve to make people happy. I'll never be the girl Colton wants, only the opposite.
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I'm falling... Falling, helplessly and inevitably; completely at the mercy of the forces dragging me down. Having to trust in an entity's blind intentions and praying to God that they won't let me hit the ground. It's an incredible and horrifying feeling. A feeling that I live for. And I have realized that having something to live for makes you all the more scared of dying. (Constant uploads, and even more editing to older uploads)

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