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Mar 2016
I
I am a sad soul pretending to be happy.
I often believe that I have actually found happiness.
I sit alone in my dark room and realize I was never truly happy.
I want you to be here with me before I do terrible things again.
I know you can't be here with me because our parents won't allow it.
I hope that when I wake up in the afternoon everything is normal.
bleh bleh i hate staying up late alone.
kendra
Written by
kendra  Glencoe, MN
(Glencoe, MN)   
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