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they put me on a pedastal but kick me down everytime i breathe…..

it hurrrts………… they dont see me. why don’t they care……….. can’t they see i mean it? no one care about hurting me but i care so much about hurting them

it was almost as if i didn’t notice it. then it overtook me. i tried to pull it out but. it only hurt me more.

whoops, i slipped again. too warm. too red. it burns my mouth.

everything is dark. everything is so dark. i wonder if they can see me. i can see them. 

it was so easy……. too easy. almost like they wanted to help me. after the fact, i realized they didn’t deserve it. maybe i did. 

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ooh this cookie is cute!!!!

its been too long. the dates are pushing themselves into my skin. its self inflicted. 

its ripping me open. but i can’t help but think that it’s good for the masses.

the icing on top of a sugary sweet cake.

To lose one parent, Mr. Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.

they’ve done nothing wrong yet their label says fragile, handle with care.

i can feel it. growing inside me. but something is wrong. it can feel my pain too.

its a slippery slope, the fall from heaven.