I use to cry a lot because of you. But I have started to cry a lot because well going through this I lost a piece of me that I love. A piece that I only got back after staying with my family for a week. Leave my life please.
Don't talk to me touch me or say you can handle me if you don't know my scars If you can look at me and say I'm ok then don't speak to me about loving me I'm broken and I can't handle anyone playing with my heart again
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"And perhaps one day she'll be truly happy. And when you ask her, "Are you ok?", for once she'll say, "I'm fine.", and it wouldn't be a lie." I'm so glad I can honestly now say "I'm fine" with a real smile on my face.