This ain't no place for the Weary Kind.
I can't stop Crying. Underappreciated and Overwhelmed. It's been so long since my destructive nature turned on myself. But I've been looking for a sharp edge for an hour. And I found my Box cutter. And It looks better every second while I'm ashamed of myself for writing this to the world. I don't want to die. Death terrifies me. I just don't know
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I appreciate you, more than you will ever begin to understand, you have been a ray of light in a dark & desolate place, & I hope one day I can begin to reciprocate.
I understand your desire? or maybe response to stress, in order to think of cutting. I haven't either in quite some time, though I look at my xacto knife, It brings back that bliss. I can't stop you, nobody can really, but I hope that you can find something to push you past it, & I'm sure you'll be grateful that you do so. <3
You're not a junkie, & you are most definitely loved. Never, ever, ever, Forget that.
13 Days, 4 Hours, 47 Minutes, & 20 Seconds <3
[I know, not soon enough]
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