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You see that boy, in the corner of the room? He has scars on his wrists, and on his stomach. From trying to **** his pain or **** himself, because he does not even know where he begins, and his pain ends. You see the cute girl, who sits Against the wall, silent as a tomb? She is just shy, right? no, the risk of getting hurt is enough for her to fake her silence, no matter the gain, because she is always left, she never gets to let people be aware of who she is, so her heart she tends. You see that boy there, the weird one who is all over the place, whom is everyone's friend? He is a visc- eral friend, and does not take no for an answer, but his pain is something he cannot understand, he cannot help but rage against an unfair world, make all the pain just end.
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Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
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You see that boy, in the corner of the room? He has scars on his wrists, and on his stomach. From trying to **** his pain or **** himself, because he does not even know where he begins, and his pain ends. You see the cute girl, who sits Against the wall, silent as a tomb? She is just shy, right? no, the risk of getting hurt is enough for her to fake her silence, no matter the gain, because she is always left, she never gets to let people be aware of who she is, so her heart she tends. You see that boy there, the weird one who is all over the place, whom is everyone's friend? He is a visc- eral friend, and does not take no for an answer, but his pain is something he cannot understand, he cannot help but rage against an unfair world, make all the pain just end.
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Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
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