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when it’s dark and silent, when I’m curled up with my knees in my hands under the blanket, when all I hear is the sound of my heart beating in my chest - that is when I hate myself the most.
3 months ago on November 08, 2011 at 12:33am
when it’s dark and silent, when I’m curled up with my knees in my hands under the blanket, when all I hear is the sound of my heart beating in my chest - that is when I hate myself the most.
