so... I opened up to someone. she asked if we're talking about her or me, I said about me, she joked and disappeared. what's the point of trying if, in the end, I'll be alone, by myself? E
„I cut myself because u wouldn't let me cry
I cried because u wouldn't let me speak
I spoke because u wouldn’t let me shine
I shone because I thought I loved me“ ~ Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls.
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