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I don’t know who I am. I don’t know what I feel. All I know is I wish I could forget things. All I know is I wish I could go back to last March and stop myself from talking to a complete stranger who I had no business knowing. All I know is that I need to stop myself from craving the feeling of my stomach cramping when I don’t eat. All I know is that I have to stop wanting to cry. All I know is that I need to stop wanting to scratch the skin on my legs raw because I like when I feel something that resembles pain. All I know is that I want to love myself again.

But when when I look in the mirror I want to smash it until I don’t exist anymore.

I don’t want to exist anymore.

But I will.

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Author: Brittney

A girl who lives in books, loves in songs, wallows in self-doubt, demands equality, and consumes copious amounts of coffee, while fighting the patriarchy.

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