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Although on the outside I may look and act better
I still lie awake every night thinking about my life and my mistakes.
I still have to be excused to wipe the tears running down my face.
I still have the urge to rip open my skin and watch the blood pour out.
I still don't want to live.
& one tug on her sleeve reveals
Her whole past in cuts & scars
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