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I think that I have moved on from you.
I guess you have too, cause when I came home from the dance
studio I realized that what was left of your things was gone too.
The apartment was still messy and I felt ashamed that you had
to see me at my lowest like this.
But sometimes the memories come flooding back and I
find myself at the bathroom floor, razor in hand.
I'm trying to stop, I promise. But sometimes it's my heart
that takes control and not my mind.
I want to go and meet a therapist but I'm still not sure. I'm not sure if I deserve to get help.
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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 | minlix
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