blades cut my soul
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Ongoing14m
Last published Tue, May 12, 2015
I hope people understand that I don't have to have a reason for being sad, I just am. and no, I'm not like the strong others that can smile in public. I'll break down crying if I fucking feel like it. I've cut in class. no one notices me, so I've stopped caring. just sad.
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