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Love will not exist
Waking up knowing that I will not be loved. I will walk through the day as nothing but a shadow passing by everyone but not being looked at. And when I get home all I look forward to is the sting of my mother beating me. The copper taste of blood in my mouth and the smell of tequila on her breath. Going to the washroom and looking into the mirror and not recognizing who is in the reflection. The person in the mirror looks as though they have given up on life. This person doesn't live but waits for deaths comforting embrace. But this person is me and I have done everything to feel the spark of pleasure again. From cutting to choking myself. I cannot live this way anymore. Im sorry mom but If you have found this it's already to late. I'm hanging in my bed room. Good bye forever.
