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These are not
battle scars.
These are not
proof of survival.
My riddled body is
not
so poetic.
The fact that they
exist
proves I was
very sad and very sick.
The fact that they
are scar tissued
proves I am
progressing.
This was never supposed to be
poetry.
There is
no
romance
in pain.
- Michelle K., Truth About Scars. (via michellekpoems)
You made me want to live. Everyone else just made me feel like I had to.
- I threw away my pills and blades today. (via sheekeepsmewarm)

actualjainasolo:

darshanapathak:

Raise your hand if you’re straddling the line between crippling anxiety and not giving any fucks about anything

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maraudinq:


I thought this was going to be funny but it got really sad really fast
We are all in prison. I built mine myself, but that doesn’t make it any easier to get out of.
- Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
cruelings:

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