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that are a thousand feet high towering over her and keeping her locked up and she’s so confused that she doesn’t understand
the reasons why she feels like dying the reasons why she feels like she just can’t go on
for one more day
twitchfingers twitch, and the need to cut is so strong that you can't look at anything sharp without thinking about blood and release and about how good it felt the last time you left a scar and saw the blood trickle down your arm and you smile to yourself thinking how wrong it would be but, oh, it would feel so right so damn good so you reach for that sharp thing and bring it to your skin but you can't press down because you've come so far gone for so long and how much more of a failure would you be? if you gave intotwitch
lalala
i hope you have lotsa fun here
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Dear God... Protect me from your followers...
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