When everything around you is a reminder of what you used to be, how do you keep from going back there?

when all you can see are the scars, how do you keep yourself from creating more?

I cant pretend i dont care anymore
i cant pretend i'm not falling apart
i'm not sure where to go from here..

A brief bout with a razorblade cut me
i freaked out thinking people didnt love me
i watched closely as the you i knew i knew forgot me
in letting go i am so proud of what i've done

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