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set-my-love-on-fire:

Then my hands were shaking, and I couldn’t stop crying,

Rushing through my head were endless thoughts of dying.

Relapse danced among my thoughts like the razors sharp kiss,

I dreampt of vodka and pills and anything, god anything but this.

I didn’t know what to do so I lied that sick “I’m fine,”

Broken on my bedroom floor, losing my fucking mind.

A razor in my hand and those I love in my head,

If only they didn’t care… then I could be dead.

You have no idea

french:

I’m so fucking weird
It’s like:
I’m the nicest rude person you’ll ever meet.
I don’t give a fuck about anything but at the same time, I care about a lot.
I hate people but I want to be everyone’s friend.
I hate myself but I’m completely fabulous.
I need help.

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