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I absolutely love my sisters tattoo. She saw me on BME one day, and wanted me to take a picture. I love my sister, in a hateful way, but blood is thicker than water...or thats what they say.
it hurts to breathe half the time. I listen to all this bullshit with high hopes waititng to be crushed again. Am i CURSED? or just not beautiful enough? Whats wrong with this body ive been placed in, sometimes I want to tear open my wounds and just watch the world pass by as i see myself fall down the drain. You never cared...you never will, so why do I set myself up once again for this bloody misery.... You should have known..your luck is bad ali, so why try?