The girl I used to be needed the sadness, because she didn't know who she was without it. She needed to rip open old wounds to feel like she was saving herself, while she was really only making sure she would have new wounds to pick tomorrow.
I'm not that girl anymore. I know whom I am now without that sadness, but every once in a while, I run my fingers across those scars to remember who I used to be, and I smile. Breaking that cycle was me, saving myself.
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