My name I wont tell, my feelings I could hide. You might judge me, you might look down at me in despite. 20, sad, depressed, mistreated, misunderstood and hurted to the core. You can hate me, it won't be new and I wouldnt care. Love me and you might have me. This is were I come to scream with words what I cannot write with sounds.
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29 days without cutting myself
June 7/ July 6
