self-destructive

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The scariest part of being alone is liking your empty home. It’s a double edged blade made of security and pain, it’s depressions bed at three am, it’s saying “i’m okay with this.”
don't let the fuse burn too shortdon't let it burn too fastcause when that fuse is at its endwell that'll be my last
Are you okay?
Don't try to hold me For I am broken glass   Don't try to... Please, I beg you For everyone who holds me They will bleed And bleed And bleed 'til they're empty  
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