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cuts,slices,scratches, burns,

All my scars are mine, not for anyone else, if they were for you, then I'd cut you instead.

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NO LIES

WHY DO I FEEL LIKE EVERYONE I MEET IS IGNORANT, WHY IS TRUST SUCH A DIFFICULT CONCEPT TO UNDERSTAND? WHY ARE PEOPLE TWO FACED, I USED TO HAVE SO MUCH LOVE TO GIVE, NOW IM JUST BITTER, AND THEN SHEEPLE TELL ME TO CHEER UP...... WELL SHEEPLE "FUCK OFF BACK TO YOUR CRYPTIC FACEBOOK, JEREMEY KYLE-ESQUE DRAMATIC LIVES, AND LEAVE ME TO ENJOY MY DEPRESSION...... WANKERS

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FUCK EM

AS IT TURNS OUT EVERYONE'S A TWO FACED BASTARD. AT LEAST YOU KNOW WHERE YOU STAND WITH PEOPLE WHO HATE YOU.

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I used to be me, now I'm just what I made myself into

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fire rolls down past her shoulders and breasts, her lips painted with blood, her skin, velvet rose petals hold stars, taking you past her shoulders and nape, each star following the first, directing gaze to the form below, hiding beneath crocheted silk, her breasts lift the nightdress, leaving the wind to gently flow around her, teasing her, she looks into her reflection , hypnotized with pain the galaxies within her are dampened, her smiles depress her, her popularity made her lonely, her beauty showed her ugliness, the silver mirror falls to the ground below, she follows the mirror, no stars shine tonight,

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The biggest illusion we have ever succeeded In achieving, is the illusion of life.

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this is so awesome, I'm making a t shirt out of it..... and I'm straight as well,..... until Thursdays for some reason ?? I always found Thursdays to be a gayday?

It’s HOMOsapiens, not HETEROsapiens. It’s the Bi-ble, not the Straight-ble.

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Does anybody else take pictures of themselves with their eyes closed... just to see what they're going to look like as a corpse ?

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WHEN LIFE SHITS ON YOU, AND YOUR AT YIUR LOWEST POINT,JUST REMEMBER IT COULD STILL GET WORSE.

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oh my daze

I've just seen how long my last post was lol, I'll try and keep things a bit more simple, I tend to get carried away, 😊 stay safe everyone.

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When will we be seen.

I'm invisible to the important people, I feel like a ghost, I feel like my opinion holds no water because of my illness, I'm depressed, and have suicidle thoughts every other hour, I have more ways to kill myself than I do ways to get into some kind of recovery, there's no hope, no happiness, no sadness, I can't cry because I taught myself not to as a kid, I didn't want to tell anyone what I was thinking because i was scared of being locked up in an institution or nut ward as I knew it to be, that was a result of no education about mental illness, if you had a mental illness then you was mental, if you were mental you were fit for nothing except the nut ward. As a result of not having that emotion to cry, I have more anger and frustration, and very very dark days, the night is when I feel calm... in the dark, but thats also when I have the most horrific thoughts, I have intrusive thoughts, which are to upsetting to go into detail about, these thoughts go to my eyes and become something I can see, I'm not just an illness I'm a person I'm artistic and musical, and my house is full of paintings that friends and family think are wierd or depressing or 'scary......' yet there's nothing graphic at all about them, and when I went to burn them and try to cleanse my house of negativity like I was advised, the very same people told me not too ? , my songs and poems will never be read or sang or heard by anyone, because I'm not more than an illness. I AM MORE THAN MY ILLNESS, WE ARE MORE THAN OUR ILLNESS, we are not a subject, we are not a page or paragraph in a scrap book next to a doctors handbook, we don't find it reassuring when our doctors looking on her computer for help,.. you can't help us in an hour long session... 'we can't just 'snap out of it'. We aren't being miserable cu☆$, take us, take our illness, take our eccentricities and abilities, open your mind past school and television, get yaself past Facebook and other media meme bullshit, look past my scars, if their on show then that's my business... ask me if you wanna know why I cut myself but don't call me stupid or ridiculous afterwards, and if I say i don't wanna talk about, don't ask me again, I'm not seeking attention, I'll ask for it if I want it. I could keep going on and on here but there's so much to say, and i tend to waffle and go of subject, anyway I hope this helps someone, and please talk, I don't know you but I understand you, talk here, and we can help each other, until next time, be safe everyone.

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"I hope you've found the peace in death you could never achieve in life" for my friends and family who chose death by their own hand,

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The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy.

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