Most days it's hard to look in the mirror. At times I convince myself that no one would miss me if I were gone. My scars tell stories that I wish to keep to myself. I cry for no reason and have trouble figuring out the way I'm supposed to function, when my mind is in such a terrible place. But, I got out of bed this morning and that's a start.
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Scars dent almost every portion of my body. They're a constant reminder of my past, a past I'm trying so hard to forget. I often lie to the ones who ask and tell them that I was involved in a car accident at a young age. They don't need to know about the abuse my parents put me through. Now, at age 23, I still can't get over all Mother and Father did to me. I want to tell someone so I won't have to go through all this pain alone, but will anyone accept me if do?
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Angels Fall
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