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I don’t care that I’m into heavy music and I wear band shirts.
I am a lady. And I deserve to be treated like one.
I miss my knives. I miss my blades. I’ve come close to relapse. But I haven’t quite gone under yet.
I might tonight.
Truth is; I’m scared.
I’m scared of my friends. I’m scared of my family. I’m scared of Dom. And I’m scared of myself.
If I do anything, I’ll use my stomach… It’s always safer on the stomach… No one looks there. And I don’t let Dom touch me there.
Well hidden. like it doesn’t exist.
Maybe I should wait until after prom.
In case we do anything. A prom dress on the floor won’t do me any good.
But why would we do anything? He doesnt want me.
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