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I hate this.

I hate constantly crying for the same reasons, and then almost hurting myself for it.

It might be better for both sides if it just ends.

Lest I do something I regret.

And how much its gonna hurt.

This is just hurting from both sides.

God.. I want to just hurt myself, hell I have one scar, no matter how small it is to testify those old habits.

Glass was the best. Sharp, thin. Fragile.

Making little Dotted cuts that you just pulled open from the sides.

Pain only momentary. The Sting telling you this is what you cry for. This is okay to cry for. This is physical pain. This is Visible pain.

The scar is small and you can only see it if you really look.

Then I Rant. Or listen to music.

Or, if feeling displaced still, the lighter comes out. The Flame kissing my fingers slowly and passingly turning my fingertips black. A thin layer of smoke, painted on me.

But then, Writing makes it all better.