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I miss it so bad. Everynow and then I just look at my arm and picture the blood running down. I was in class yesterday and a girl sitting a little ways in front of me was wearing short jeans. I could see scars lining her legs.
I miss it. Oh how I miss it.
*going to cry in shower now*
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God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.
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