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if u dont like hickeys or ass grabbin we are a no

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Sometimes i just wanna rip off my own skin. And as I stand there looking at what my hands had done I’d wonder what it would be like to love the skin you’re in. What is it like to know where you belong? What is it like to know what you are meant for? What is it like to be everything that you are? How do you know what you are? My skin crawls like thousands of ants, what is wrong with me?! Why?! What is it that I am meant for?! Why is it that I breathe when so many others do not. I’m plagued with the guilt of living a wretched life. A life wasted on simple squanders. No more. I want to know why. I want to know why I feel like clawing my eyes out and gripping my skin till it bleeds. Why do I live in this state of mind? Where is my happy ending? Why is my mind filled with such darkness that seeks to consume me. My own mind seeks to destroy me and I have no way of stopping it.  I cannot trust even myself to protect me from myself. For how can one battle the demons in their own mind.
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Lexington Avenue by Hermann Sabado on Flickr.
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"I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It’s when you know you’re licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what."
Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird (via feellng)

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