I keep forgetting I'm not allowed to look for any relief from this. Instead I'm a junkie and I'm a weak person for having to be medicated to not lose control. I'm suffocating on every front but maybe that's for the best. I'm not necessary to anyone.
She wears a butterfly on her wrist, But she might as well cut it's head off. She's holding different weapons to kill the ghost inside, Or at least kill the thought she has of killing her mind.She says, "I love you," with her hands
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