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I kind of understand why some people resort self-inflicted injury; I guess you can hate yourself - your entire being - that you justify marring your own flesh.
Maybe it’s the satisfaction of seeing your blood flow out. That distasteful part of you.
That, through it all, despite it all, your heart continue to beat to keep you alive.
Sometimes I don’t feel comfortable under my own skin. Like my body is broken in the inside and outside.
Sometimes I just want to disappear.
Maybe it’s the satisfaction of seeing your blood flow out. That distasteful part of you.
That, through it all, despite it all, your heart continue to beat to keep you alive.
Sometimes I don’t feel comfortable under my own skin. Like my body is broken in the inside and outside.
Sometimes I just want to disappear.