Leave Me Out With The Waste This Is Not What I Do

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May 2011

Keep Me Wild.

Sister of mine. I miss you soo much.

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oh... i read that wrong..sorry. and oh...your parents know you cut? if my mom knew she would kill me.. but i really hope your family is helping you through and helping you stop. and ..maybe you should tell your parents you dont want him around any more. wow thats the obvious thing to do..sorry im so not a help :/

IT’s a long story how they found out they don’t think i do it anymore. IT’s hard to explain my parents are wierd it’s not really what they want

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Send your love my way

I pulled you out of the whole you dug around yourself dear, and you pulled me in and I fell hard. Your lips touched mine in passing. I found a friend or should I say a foe it leaves lines of red wherever it goes. It releases the monster you created inside this “friend” of yours. You keep the worst part of yourself locked within me and I try to hold you up with these arms that just wont break. You always were something worth fighting for dear and this battle will last a thousand years, as long as you’re watching this battle I’ll be winning. The day you stop watching is the day my fight is over and I’ll be burried with these monsters that i’ve collected. I have my friend and you’ll know when it comes around you’ll see on these legs I’m walking on. You see it takes alot to stand strong when you’re facing all these things that just make you weak. I was never strong. I’ve been told I’m stronger then I know and that it takes an amazing person to deal with the things I’ve been through. Well love open your closed eyes I was never dealing with it the marks on my legs will show that I’ve lost this fight and I keep losing. I fight harder each time only to get knocked down deeper into this pit they created. 6 ft under and I’m on the edge of losing.

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#sad
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Sick enjoyment

So my parents let you in? Well I bet you got a sick enjoyment they’ve kept you around. Just like you probaly got a sick enjoyment when you found out I never stopped the sick addiction you gave me. You get a sick enjoyment when you see me in pain. But you play it off like you care. You claim it’s not true. If it’s not true why are you here? Why do you continue to try to force yourself in my life? Is it a sick twisted enjoyment knowing that I’m trying to get rid of you but you don’t have to leave? Well you can enjoy it but just know that I will be locked away for the rest of this summer if I have to. I wont speak two words to you besides saying Fuck you. They let you in, you went through my shit found my personal notebook and smiled when you read it. Fuck you. You may know everything but you don’t know past the last date in that book. I hope you read all the things about her ecspecially our maze conversation. I know that alwasy fucked with you.

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Puke, cut, starve, and drink.
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