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I will always be the person who checks my friend's wrists whilst wearing long sleeves.

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Forever the therapist friend who gives out the best advice but will never take it myself.

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Of course I'm okay. I'm not allowed to be anything else.

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I will never let my future kids feel this unloved.

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The posts I spend ages on:

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The posts I write in two seconds for shits and giggles:

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The pain feels like love when you close your eyes...

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WDYM I need to go make friends?

I have voices in my head that keep me company.

(They do tell me to kill myself, but beggars can't be chooser right? 😅)

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When the shops are all selling bikinis and tank tops but I'm heading straight for the long sleeves ❤️

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When someone jokingly calls me emo, I say I'm not, but then they ask to see my wrists:

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my vibe: 🩸 🔪 ⚔️ 🗡 😈 💀

my fav colour: 💖 🌸 👙🐽🦩🌷

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I'm the funny best friend in movies that seems fine until they end up in hospital.

I am another's learning curve.

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I'm shit at art, but give me a blade and some tissues and I'll make a masterpiece.

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'Why don't you hang out with us anymore?'

Remember those jokes about me you made?

Yeah...

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They say everything happens for a reason, and every mistake is an opportunity to learn—to grow. They say that God has a plan, and to put your trust in what you can't see. 'It'll be okay in the end', they tell me. 'Trust the process'

That's bullshit.

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'Treat others how you want to be treated.'

OMG, you're looking so skinny today! What's your secret? I could pick you up and throw you. I bet you'd blow away in the wind.

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You left me.

But you never really left me.

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I didn't give you my heart. You took it.

You pushed your hand into my chest, snapped my ribs and broke my skin. You wrapped your fingers around my heart, and pulled it from my body.

You said it was yours, and I nodded with a bloody chest and a dazed smile. I let you take it.

But now you're gone, and you never gave it back.

The hole in my chest hurts, and a pool of blood is collecting at my feet. My vision's blurry, and my head is spinning.

I think I'm dying.

You took a piece of me I let no one else have, and you left me empty when you walked away.

I can't live without you. You took my heart. You left. I am hollow.

I am dead.