since I stopped cutting.
Every 9 months or so I do it again.
Just to remember.
It’s strange how much I’ve changed,
even since the last time.
It makes me happy,
but I think it makes me sad more.
I don’t know who I am.
I don’t know what I am.
I don’t know who I was.
I know I don’t like me.






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