No matter what you do, harm comes your way.
Love can be your rock for a while but not forever. Even the waves in the ocean that crash against the rocks can make them weak.
People may not see the current of the ocean below, but it slowly chips away the rock.
The rock may seem huge, but inside, it is about to die.
This story talks about how suicide became a shield for a sad soul. Despite stopping the self harm, she went back to her ways. This story discusses the black hole that self harm is. In the end suicide became the only way.
(Please don't read if you are easily affected by mature themes of self harm and suicide...)
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You are important!
You matter!💜