This one is going to hurt
This cut is going to be the deepest one I've reopened.
I'm running out of band-aids, and I need more rubbing alcohol
This one is going to sting.
Peeling back layers isn't easy, but I need to get to the core of my pain to know what went wrong.
When did I turn cold?
This one holds all the answers to why I am the way I am.
This one will tell me why I can't accept love.
Why I don't believe the words when it's being said to me.
This one runs the deepest.
This one was the first.
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Note: I tend to write a lot about past feelings and events after time as passed and I can write about it without too many difficulties. With that said please don't ask me if I'm okay. I sure you, I am, and even more since writing this. Writing is my therapy.
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