| she has known such GREAT PAIN; haunted dreams as a child, the near-constant PRESENCE OF EVIL ever since. she has felt the touch of AWFUL NAKED MEN, battled DEPRESSION AND ADDICTION, and attempted SUICIDE. her arms remember the razor blades, FIFTY SCARS that speak of SELF-INFLICTED WOUNDS. six hours after i meet her, she is FEELING TRAPPED, two groups of "friends" offering opposite ideas. EVERYONE IS ASLEEP. the sun if rising. she drinks long from A BOTTLE OF LIQUOR, TAKES A RAZOR BLADE FROM THE TABLE AND LOCKS HERSELF IN THE BATHROOM. SHE CUTS HERSELF, using the blade to write "FUCK UP" large across her left forearm. STOP THE BLEEDING. RESCUE IS POSSIBLE. LOVE IS THE MOVEMENT. TO WRITE LOVE ON HER ARMS. |










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Grtz, CupOfTea
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Peace Easy
Your welcome (Y)
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Stop The Bleeding.
Rescue Is Possible.
Love Is The Movement.
To Write Love On Her Arms.
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~cap ou pas cap? ce n'est pas un question d'amour...~
Gee, wish i could speak whale..
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live right now; yeah just be yourself. it doesn't matter if it's good enough for someone else.
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Crushed hopes
Dead dreams
Hidden tears
And silent screams
[[*Angel*]]
.tnereffid ma I
I lost the game.
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"Semper Paratus."
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Stop The Bleeding.
Rescue Is Possible.
Love Is The Movement.
To Write Love On Her Arms.
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