In the Absence of Light
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Last published Mon, Jun 10, 2024
*Trigger Warning* This story may discuss the topics of: self-harm, eating disorders, depression, and possibly other mental illnesses
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Dear Diary,
In my mind, there is a long list of things I don't tell people, and a longer list of the lies I do.
I don't tell them about the cutting. I say I'm cold- which isn't always a lie.
I never told them about what happened summer of Freshman year. I just wrote it off as teenage hormones.
I lied when my parents got home from their trip, and told them the wine glasses were used for sparkling cider.
There's a lot that I don't tell them.
And even you,
yours truly.
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