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maybe life just isn’t for me.
~C.C.
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the shittiest thing of all is becoming the person you never wanted to be.
~C.C.
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i lost myself.
~C.C.
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he told me i was taking the “easy road” by avoiding recovery.
i want to tell him i’m not taking the “easy road”, i just hate myself so much that any road doesn’t seem worth it anymore.
~C.C.
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maybe my heart was never built for love in the first place.
~C.C.
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how do you let go of someone you wanted to have in your life forever?
how do you cut out the portion of your heart that will always belong to them?
how do you sew up the wounds on your soul that were created from their absence?
how do you stop craving their touch when you can still remember the sensation of their warmth?
how do you find fullness within yourself when you’re empty without them?
how do you accept all the damage they caused you and let go of all the things they’ll never be?
~C.C.
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i thought it had finally passed, but i’m still broken. i’ll always be broken, always hallow, always empty, always sad.
~C.C.
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i’ve been this way for so long now, that i’ve become accustomed to the sadness.
i can no longer determine if this hurt is better or worse than it’s been in the past.
All of my pain has become too relative.
~C.C.
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i don’t know why i can never be enough for myself.
the only thing i do know is that will never fix how much i hate myself. i will forever be burdened with a worthless soul and an ugly reflection.
~C.C.
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how do i feel so heavy and so hallow at the same time?
~C.C.
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you made me feel like no other.
all those nights you held me made me feel as though i belonged in your arms. i could feel my heart smile.
but other nights, my pillow was stained with my tears and my hand held an empty bottle of pink whitney. i could feel my heart shatter.
~C.C.
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the sad part is that the people who read these anonymous posts will know more about me than anyone else in my life.
~C.C.
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11:54 p.m.
i wish that first suicide attempt would have worked.
~C.C.
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letting ink flow from my pen allowed my heart to breathe again after all that pain suffocated my soul.
~C.C.
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i will give you all of my love, all of my compassion I can find in this shattered heart. I will give you the pieces to make your chest whole once again, but mine will remain hollow. I will give you all of my love until there’s not any left for me. If you try to fill my void, I will push it back into you.
I am meant to be empty and you deserve to be full.
~C.C.
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i wish it was as hard to eat as it used to be. i want the fat to fade away with starvation, but recovery is in progress.
i no longer want to get better. i want to be okay with my teeth having stains of failure. i want to be okay with each clump of hair that comes out. i want to be okay holding hands with hunger pains. i want to be okay with all of this sickness. but i chose recovery. and i want to be okay with recovery.
but i am caught in a war between unsatisfying health and successful suffering.
~C.C.
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i lost myself somewhere between the entrances and the exits of my life. i only lit one flame and it led to my body turning to ash. i slowly disappear with the wind as my soul becomes a portrait of my pain.
~C.C.
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