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  • I drew a butterfly on my wrist today.
    I drew a butterfly on my wrist as I was sitting alone in my room because everyone else was out.
    Everyone else was out because they were out at parties.
    They were out at parties and I was not.
    I was not out at parties because I do not drink.
    I do not drink because I don't want to stagger back to my room, drunk out of my mind, at 3 in the morning.
    At 3 in the morning I want to be asleep.
    I do not want to be asleep.
    I thought that I could break my old self and make a new self out of the pieces.
    If I pieced together everything in a different way could I make a new me?
    But instead I find myself just breaking.
    I was told that the breaking could be seen in the cracks in the smiles.

    I. Will. Not. Let. This. Place. Break. Me.
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