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Aug 2015
I can still remember my self happy my smile that I no longer have has disappeared over the years of you look at my pictures they've shown it also but not as much can be seen by looking at my pictures.
The answers are deeper than that just ask my wrist oh if they could talk they would only say two words the same two words over and over that my pride refuses to let me say "I HURT".
   I tried I tried I tried I TRIED.
So **** hard to stop the voices " "Worthless" "ugly" "mistake" "nothing" nothing stopped the voices I may have momentarily have gotten them to silence when I was with you to bad I tried to hard to stop the voices that night before I got to see you.
  I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm SORRY.
For all the times you've cried for the times I never gave up my hoodie because I was afraid of what people would say about my wrist I'm sorry for all the nights that I have missed laying in my bed only to sit on the edge of it crying.
  After that day you looked me in my eyes and held me and cried and told me that you believe in me I still have the same pride that same smile I still have that same love for you that you no longer need but we both are okay with it now because I'm stronger thanks to you.
I'm still that same kid that likes to have fun and smile and listen to good music so don't give up on me or shun me because you're seeing new traits in me because I AM still the same kid that you see in those pictures I JUST.
Hurt.
Justen McLaughlin
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