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Small, simple, safe price. Rise the wake and carry me with all my regrets. This is not a small 'cut that scabs and dries and flakes and heals. And im not afraid to die. Im not afraid to bleed and fuvk and fight. I want the pain of payment. Whats left but a section of pygmy cuts much like a slew of a thousand unwanted ********. Would you be be my little cut? Would you be my thousand ********? And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid, to fill and spill over and under my thoughts. My sad sorry selfish cryout to the cutter. Im cutting trying to picture your black broken heart. Love is not like anything, especially a ******** knife!
Im still clean so far. New years was s**t. My mother made my 17 yr old cousin cry and i was cleaning my room crying for an hour or so on the eve of. What a wonderful way to end my year. At least i cried. I never cut when i cry or even after, its just impossible for me.
I have fleas.....
Shes running away soon so ive heard. I wish her luck and hope her girlfriend and my dear friend survives this.
Itchy itchy
I think im turning into an insomniac, ghosties. It hurts. Im too tired to think. I should go now. Fucx my life. Im fine/tired.
I wanna go to turkey. Please
Night ghost readers