I can't remember when I was me. When I didn't want to harm my own skin. When I didn't look at a candle as a weapon. I don't remember my family's little girl. I'm now the girl that isolates herself and sits on the bathroom floor to cry. I don't remember the happy me. The time I looked in the mirror and was happy. For some reason, I don't remember that girl. I also can't find her, can you?
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PoetryThis book does have suicide, self-harm topics if you get triggered by any of the topics I listed please be careful, reading. I normally don't share my writings because I'm so scared someone will take them if you use them please give correct, please...
