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On some nights, I pretend to be me. The real me, who doesn't hide or has no one with whom to confide. I think of the words set in my heart. These words can shift mountains and vallies, and have the power to take friends out of our lives.
how do you convincea kid who feels liketheir whole life is a waste not to killthemself?convince the kid that thinksthat their not going to be anything to stop cutting?how can you stop
Your light brown eyes flair at the sight of the sun But can you stop focusing them on many girls and just one? Your lips are soft when they are pressed against mine
I’m scared Not of the when and where But whether you actually cared I'm not prepared for a harsh truthThese days all we have is a misled youth