I miss when knives were for cutting sandwiches, not wrists
When razors were used to shave your skin instead of cut it
When lighters were for a birthday cake
Not to see how much heat your body can take
When sharpeners were for sharpening the pencil's skin, not your own
When I didn't have to clean my cuts alone
When I could wear short-sleeved shirts
When my mind was the only thing that hurts
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so true/love it
I laud your choice to utilise
your art
as part of your survival, fight..
stay strong!
'keep that mighty pen, striving
and that shattered heart, hoping'
thanks for sharing
So true and understandable.
yeah unfortunately:(
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