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Maybe she’d try to understand that the dark images muddled my brain until it hurt, until I had no choice but to let them out.

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I don’t want to hide. Not from you.
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Hide Love Myself Relationship
Before I found an outlet through sex and blood.
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Blood Myself Sex
If there ever was a time not to be fragile, this is it.
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Fragile Time Vulnerable
Love me like my demons do.
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Demon Love Myself
I suppose it was easier to pretend I didn’t exist than it was to exorcise my demons.
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Demon Easy Existence Myself Pretend
There’s nothing more dishonest than words.
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Honesty Word
Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.
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Damage Dangerous People Survive
He’s just as fucked up as the rest of us. Some of us just wear our creep on our sleeves.
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Appearance Hard Time Ourselves Struggle
I part my lips, but no words come out. I want to cry. Want to beg. Want to scream. But mostly, I want to hold him until I know he’s going to be okay. Then I want him to hold me until I’m okay, too.
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Cry Hold On Lips Love Myself Relationship Word
Instead of ignorance, I tasted what it might be like to finally be me. I didn’t give a show this time. I had no plan, no calculations. No scolding voice inside my head. For a little while, I was free.
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Calculation Freedom Head Ignorance Myself Planning Taste Time Voice
Gifts are meant to be wrapped. Honestly, it’s basic etiquette.
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Basic Gift Honesty Wrap
I felt it. I heard the snap of my heart tearing in half. It wasn’t a messy, dirty rip like I’d expected, but a smooth, clean line that knew just where to break to hurt me the most.
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Break Cleaning Feeling Heart Heart Broken Hurt Myself
Hatred’s the fuel that keeps me alive.
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Alive Hate Myself
Really see me. Then I remember who I am, and that no one wants to see the parts of me I try so hard to hide. It’s a plain fact, not something I pity.
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Fact Hard Hide Myself Remember See Try
Do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on.
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Chapter Judgement Story Walk Yourself
Eva’s an enigma, and she’s my enigma. My secret. My lifeline.
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Herself Life Love Myself Relationship Secret

Maybe she’d try to understand that the dark images muddled my brain until it hurt, until I had no choice but to let them out.

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