"I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms. At night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep."
Your Words Meant A Lot, But..
I Still Feel Empty
..And I Am Getting Tired Of Waiting
They left me alone with all this. I think ima just go sit on the floor and die
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