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[peachvomitt]

You are a speck of dust on a wandering globe

No politician nor saviour, killer or queen, will make any difference to this tiny place you call home.

There’s gonna be a time when you’re gone, when we are all gone.

Not one thing will be on file, film or record when this inevitable war of sun and earth collides.

You yourself right now are sat here reading this and every moment that passes does not inherently matter.

Every page you turn is one step closer to fading into what we only know as death, where you will be absolutely unaware of your whole past life.

Now think to yourself, how does that make you feel?

Will you live freely knowing that not one god damn thing you do will matter, and will you abuse that power?

Or will you live in fear and sadness? Knowing not one god damn thing you do has any point or meaning in the scheme of what we label as time

In simplistic terms, do you view this meaninglessness of your state of mind and awareness, as a glass half empty or half full?

[peachvomitt]

I can’t remember who told me this

Someone once told me to think of the people I lose, like the scabs that fall off my arms

✧*̥˚it is apart of your healing *̥˚✧

[peachvomitt]

I am borderline

I am half black half white

Half on the edge of the abyss

Wandering chaotically on a cliff edge

I’m on a high ready to crash

I am borderline

My brain is an amusement park

Up and down with giggles and screams

I rattle when I walk

With sweets that alter my state of mind

I am borderline

I am not a bad person

I am hurting

I am in crisis

I am in search of myself

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What would you do in a world...

With no mirrors, no photos no way to know,

How you look superficially,

what on the surface you show.

If I tell you you’re pretty

you cannot disagree

For there are no mirrors

There’s no way to see

You ask, what colour are my two eyes?

You have no way of knowing

if my words are lies

In a world with no mirrors

we could soon tell

Who are the liars

and who wants to cause hell

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Every night

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PLZ LISTEN TO MY COVER I PROMISE ITLL HIT DIFFERENT

[peachvomitt]

Effects of severe self harm that aren’t really mentioned:

-Numbness in heavy scarred areas due to nerve damage

-Bad pins and needles(especially if on arms)

-Bright purple scars due to damaged blood flow

It’s addictive. It’ll get worse. Ask for help before it progresses

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Looking like an e girl tik toker who fakes mental illness but is actually severely unwell and has been for a very very long time and literally is on the verge of a really aloof breakdown cuz of my psychosis but no one takes me seriously because I look like like the classic “fat coloured hair bitch with piercings who lies about it” meme…

…is my life.

I’m literally so fucking unwell I might just have to dye my hair brown, take out my piercings, and dress more “normal” for people to maybe think, oh wait, she’s NOT doing this for aesthetic. She’s ACTUALLY going to die if we don’t help

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Homesick but I have a home

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Someone once told me to think of the people I lose, like the scabs that fall off my arms

✧*̥˚it is apart of your healing *̥˚✧