I have a little box in my room with my name on it in big blue letters inside the box i everything I want to but behind me...
Inside it lays these things:
My knifes
Pills
Bottles
Notes
The knifes are from a time in my life were slicing up my skin was a way of telling me I was living but deep down inside I know that the felling was just a lie. I once cut alone on my side small enough so no one would notice my I knew it was there and it reminded me of the truth. That I was alone.
The bottles are in there from a time in my life where I used to drink. That was a short time but I never want to go through...
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