You’re all I want and I don’t know whyThis new addiction is all I knowAnd it’s safe to say that I’ve lost control

You’re all I want and I don’t know whyThis new addiction is all I knowAnd it’s safe to say that I’ve lost control

Do You Still Care, Or Do I Sit Here Running In Place With My Hands In My Hair?And What If I Said My Friends Hate My Guts, Cause All I Talk About Is How It Was?So Do You Still Care That I Still Wonder Who You&Amp;Rsquo;Re With And Where?I Just Want To Speak,

Hyperdicrotism

I Just Cant Take It Anymore.

Talk Is Cheap.

Don't Be Afraid, Be Alive.

No One Can &Quot;Fix&Quot; What's Wrong With Me, And I Can't Do The Same To Any One Else Either. I Just Want A Friend To Be Lost With.

In The Arms Of The Angel

Salvad0Rable: I Write Things On Paper So I Don’t Forget I Write Things On My Hand So I Don’t Forget I Draw Stuff On My Arms So I Don’t Forget I Slash Cuts In My Wrists So I Don’t Forget

My Bones.. So Beautiful

Living The Dream

Heartmeanseverythiiing: This Is The Best Thing I’ve Ever Seen On Tumblr Ever Ok

My Mom Knows My Arms And Legs. Maybe I Should Find A New Place To Cut. Stomache? I Think Hips.

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