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For the first time since I started cutting a good 15 years ago, I am actually extremely ashamed of my scars, especially the fresher ones. For the first time, I'm wearing long sleeves no matter how warm it is. For the first time, I am fully regretting what I've done to myself.
Does that mean I'm getting somewhere? Does that mean I have a chance to get over this?
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As she draws her final breath
Just beyond the door he'll find her
Taking her hand he softly says
For the first time you can open your eyes
And see the world without your sorrow
Where no one knows the pain you left behind
And all the peace you could never find
Is waiting there to hold and keep you
Welcome to the first day of your life
Just open up your eyes as I lay you down tonight
Safe on the other side
No more tears to cry
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