True hatred

The old me

The dashes on my arms were once supposed to be a relief but now in just a brief glance brings back the horrors the cries the cuts the nights spending wondering why I could ever want to die why when I felt out-of place that I could do such a horrid
Mistake now I am trying to get back what I lost so many years ago I lost the vision of the mission to dream of what was once so cloudy which is now just so clear the path I took was just a pass a life at living and at being who I am

Author's Note

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