I make myself sick in every single way. I daydream about bleeding and cutting and hitting and screaming. I feel like i'm in fog and everyone else can see. I've taken fifty steps backwards and now i'm in a room that screams of fourteen year old crap. My haven. My prison. I feel like i'm rotting and turning hard xXx
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meelee:
Your eyes make me happy.
meelee:
You need to smile!
Maybe not like that. But like this
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