Yesterday I sat next to two teenagers. They were both beautiful and suicidal, and seventeen. They were each trying to talk they other one out of what they both wanted to do.

Even in their sadness, they where both taking care of each other the best they could. Sometimes it is easier to take care of everyone else besides yourself. You know yourself better that anyone else but it is still hard to. Why is it so hard to know yourself, when that is the person closest to you, and to not understand where your sad splinters are stuck.

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~ by warpaintandwandering on February 16, 2018.

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