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Memories of the Forgotten!

Memories of the Forgotten!

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people think because im a ginger i have no feelings but truth is i feel more than people know this mix of poetry, story's and thoughts are all true feelings and they are my feelings you can read comment and criticis me all you want but honestly i came here to write my feelings and thoughts. i know there is people out there like me who cut themselves cause they can talk about your feelings i was there once and still am if you need someone to vent to im here i will help with anything you need. dont hold back your feelings because your scared that will only make it worse trust me i am in the same boat. but if we talk we can overcome it. i will help you im everyones freinds n matter how big or small, young or old, male of female im here and i want to help you cause i didnt stand up for help and i was hurt over and over again but im here to help you not go trought the pains i went through you just have to make the first move even if its only hey.
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"You know, you weren't supposed to see them." He dropped my arm. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?" He grabbed my other arm, exposing those cuts as well. Bloody bandages fell to the ground and his expression changed. "Is this supposed to make me feel better?!" He held both my arms in front of me. I could feel his hands shaking. I could hear his voice breaking. He was yelling, but I knew it was a facade. He wasn't angry. He was worried. He was sad. He just doesn't know how to express anything else. "It's fine. Don't worry. I'm okay." He dropped my arms and stepped back a bit, looking down for a few seconds. He yelled in frustration, pushing me to the ground suddenly. I avoided eye contact. "In what world?! What part of your fucked up mind is telling you that this is okay?! Because let me fucking tell you right now, if you ever fucking do this to yourself again I swear...." He punched the wall and yelled in frustration, taking a deep breath to calm himself. He paused for a few seconds before speaking again. "Get up." He held out his hand and I took it, standing up shakily. He grabbed my arms again, staring at them sadly. "Again? Why would you hide them again? Why this again?" He pled desperately. "You two." A different voice from across the hallway said, making us both jump a bit. Aizawa walked over to us, looking down at my cuts with slightly widened eyes, then back up at me with a concerned expression. "I need to talk to both of you."

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