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The True Me


Here I am again In this white hospital room Looking all around me Its so quite Where are they? Those who loved me I thought they did But the voices tell me they don't Who are these voices SHUT UP SHUT UP I wish they would just stop No I dont want to see it Not the blood I always try to run from The blood that I would see on my bed After HE left my room The blood that covered my body After THEY left The blood that always flowed out of the cuts on my arms After I did it Not the I thats in this room But the I that follows me Hovers behind me Talks to me Yells at me Not the me I love The me that I hate And everyone else hates The true me
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jpierce
ummmm yea :/

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