When ever i wear short sleeves i can’t help but look at my scars
Imagine this.
You come home from school one day. You’ve had yet another horrible day. You’re just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you’ve written and rewritten over and over again. You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last…
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhfejnskdhhhhhhhhhhh back dimples. love love love.
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