I used to be be pretty suicidal. I still am from time to time. I deal with depression. I know how it feels to feel sooo empty, lonely, and worthless. I have no scars on my wrists but I have plenty on my thighs and I hate that I do that to myself. My love
tags: less human, more being,
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