Being you is good. No such overthink. No such 'I miss you so fdm' , no such pain inside your heart. Being me is a pain. Missing you like a mad. My heart in pain. Voices keep on asking me how enjoying self harm-ing is. And people judging. and how you make me feel so cheap and stupid as I want to talk to you so badly. Like I am the mad girl wjo wants you. Wth
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