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So this is what love is.
I never expected this much pain.
I cut myself to bring the pain outside.
But when I think of him I can't feel the blood running down my arm.
I've allowed my life to become hardly an existance.
How did this all happen?
If love is supposed to be so beautiful then how come it has ended in scars and broken hearts.
How can a girl who used to be so crazy and happy, invert and resort to self mutilation.
Its funny how people can recognize and sympathize with the physical pain.
But its really the internal pain that tears you to shreds.
I hope to one day find joy in life again.
But for now, there is only existance.