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 Apr 2014 Natasha Allen
lia
he was the first to see me cry
sitting down on the school halls
he picked me up and held me tight
everything okay?
do you want to talk?

and after a long conversation
when he said all i needed to hear
but i couldn't express all i wanted to say
he hugged me and whispered
*darling, you don't need a therapist.
you need a friend
sorry this *****
 Apr 2014 Natasha Allen
lia
i am not
 Apr 2014 Natasha Allen
lia
don't tell me i'm strong
because i certainly am not

if i were,
i wouldn't ache the need to hurt myself
or ache the need to jump off the third floor at school
you wouldn't hear me crying in the bathroom stall
or you wouldn't hear me complaining this much
i would be buying my cafeteria lunch
i would be eating my three meals a day
you wouldn't had to stop my feet from stumping
you wouldn't had to stop my eyes from closing

don't tell me i'm strong
because i certainly am not
i have nothing to post im sorry this is ****

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