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Cuts Over Cuts

In the corner of the dark room she crouched, reflecting upon everything in her life. She had made horrible mistakes, she was not the wisest person, she couldn't make good decisions. She was wild and crazy, free of all cares of the world. She had a life of her own imagination, where people's opinions did not matter.
But she had ended up crushed under the burden of so many social stigmas. Just because she made horrible mistakes, she wasn't the wisest person, she couldn't make good decisions.
She lifted her head from inside her knees, revealing a pale, tear-stained face, eyes red with dark rims around.
She put aside her shiny possession, and wiped her sweaty hands on her pants. She got up and dragged herself to the mirror, where she scrutinized herself with curious eyes wandering haphazardly in all directions. Then she covered her face with her hands. She had not found what she had got up to seek so eagerly in the mirror with one tiny ray of hope.
Now she blew out all the candles in her mind. There was total darkness. She could not think what was possibly wrong with her other than everything.
Every second of her life, she was reminded that her life was a total mess. She made new mistakes everyday. There was nothing impressive about her. She wasn't "pretty and perfect" like the rest of the girls.
There was no comparison. She was worthless. She wasn't pretty, she didn't wear make up, she didn't have the "attraction" and the "looks" or a tinge of "feminity" in her.
So he didn't like her.
He liked someone else.
She went back to the corner of the dark room, picked up the blade she had given a break to, and took out a heavily scarred arm. She paused for a moment, thinking "this arm is as messed up as my life", and started slicing her skin as deep as it would go.
prisonbreaktempt prisonbreaktempt 18-21, F 1 Response Jan 28, 2013

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... on my poit of view... a woman who have this kind of reactions are beatiful, why? because their have such a huge passion that when they can't make it to happen they depress, you have to at least pretend you are happy, nwhen you realize it, you will be actually happy, and when you're happy the inner beauty cames out and makes you even more beautiful.

ah... if i didn't help you or you believe i'm just another jerk i'm apologize

no, you do have a point but do you think the fast-moving world has time or feelings to stop and look deep enough? Hence, beauty is merely skin-deep.

if someone sees the beauty i'm talking about (the one that comes from soul, not neccesary from the body) that someone will take time to behold that beauty, people are harsh but there is always someone out there of that i'm sure

i hope you are right :)

you'll see i am, just give it time

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