all that i know is i'm breathing.

30 January 2010 @ 01:21 am

( Today, she's turning sixteen. Everyone singing, but she can't seem to smile. They never get past arms length. How could they act like everything is alright? She's pulling down her long sleeves to cover all the memories that scars leave. She says, 'Maybe making me bleed will be the answer that could wash the slate clean.' )

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