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Aug 2016
we hide behind a mask and pretend that everything is ok,
but what you don't see
are the endless amount of tears
that run down out face when we're alone,
the scars we hide with shame from self harming,
the everyday struggle to even get out of bed,
because we are in so much pain and so exhausted
from the on going war inside our head.
It's torture, a constant headache
Its a living hell.. and it's real
Alex John Peace
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Alex John Peace  28/Trans Male/East Sussex
(28/Trans Male/East Sussex)   
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