i promised
i would no longer cut myself
i will no longer fall for the next boyfriend
i would no longer feel joy in laughing at the cross
i promised
i would no longer bite my nails
i would no longer chew on my hair
i would no longer o/d
i would no longer drink
i would no longer have sex
i would no longer exploit myself
why do i still lie to myself
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