Copyright Magnolia

Sometimes when I think about it I laugh. You are a very weak person and these things that you do to yourself are something that you deserve. As much as I say that I hate him, the reason that I stopped was because he kept checking my arms. Thankfully, I have more skin on my body. This really didn’t have a beginning. Most know the story, I was raped. I was brought up in the drug scene. No one was there for me. Blah, blah. I have a secret. More like a huge past that no one knows, at all. Not even close. Maybe it will stay that way. It has for seventeen years now. I think others don’t need to know; I don’t need or deserve pity. I’ve coped with it for this long. and that’s where it will stay. Trapped inside.


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