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[xfatalpromisesx]

So, I started to break down...
I started to cry.
Not because of sadness, but because
I'm happy. I feel like I made it..
I made it through the darkest
part of my teenage years.
I can smile, I can laugh..
And it feels so real..

I look at my scars..
My stupid fucking scars..
The pictures of me bleeding.
And I cry...
Why did I hate myself so much?
Why did I want to end it all?

I don't know...but I'm happy to be breathing right now.

-Natalie