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by Rhiannon Sep 10, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The way he treats me, just like I'm nothing less than an object that he can toss around, makes me feel insecure. The words that come out of his mouth, without any thought, make me want to cut. So i grab for my blade, and tear apart my body. By: Rhiannon Lee