"...my walls go up and my doors lock. I nod like I'm listening, like we're communicating, and she never knows the difference.
It's not nice when girls die" -Wintergirls
My mum and dad are "harbouring concerns". I see no need. I grow defensive and irate. We're both fighting. Opposing battles, noone's winning. I wish they would stop trying to save me.
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