I'm not clean anymore.
127 fresh cuts are now on my thighs and shoulders.
I won't apologize and I don't feel any shame.
I don't feel anything. I love the sting. I love it so much.
Even if I don't stop bleeding, who cares? I'm already dead on the inside. Why not be dead on the outside too?
~Lucy
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Anonymous Journal - Lucy
Randomi'm Lucy. that isn't my real name. this is my rambling. enjoy. or don't.
