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Mutilation

by caitybug98

I have been ripped apart, Each limb from limb, With my shattered dreams, And my heart caving in, Self-mutilation, Every scar after scar, I am empty and hollow, And feeling nothing thus far.
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I am bipolar, I have PTSD, and I have depression. I am a suicidal hypocrite telling other people that it isn't the answer. And writing is my escape from reality. Staying Strong Always And Forever.

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caitybug98
In my opinion, every scar tells a story. And mine say that I've survived. I'm not ashamed of them, because without my past and without those scars, I wouldn't be who I am today.
Mafi Grey
<p>Sometimes scars are the beauitfui things. We just don't see them that way most of the time.</p>

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