Fake smile. Dried eyes. Scratched wrists. Bruised thighs.

miserable-mystery

Fake smile. Dried eyes. Scratched wrists. Bruised thighs.

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nope you can't leave..... don't leave..... I can't take losing another one of my friends
😔 The beauty of this poem is that it isn't beautiful, but it's also appealing.
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