My Midnight Journal
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Contenido adultoConcluida jue, mar 24, 201626m
I do not want to seek attention, that is not what is is for. I want people out there like me to know they will never be alone. I also want to release the tortured thoughts which occur in the dark abyss that is my mind.
As I had the urge to cut once more tonight before kipping in for the night, instead on a blade to my wrist, I brought a laptop to my hands. I have released tonight's loundest demons. I want to do this more; writing to keep myself free of cutting, and my readers free of loneliness and isolation.
Forever A Tortured, Fallen Angel;
your Bo Jones <3
*******WARNING MAY BE TRIGGERING AND VERY UNSETTLING*******
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