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Jan 2018
I walk through school trying to be invisible.
Hoping I don't cause any drama or any talk about me.
As much as I try I never seem to hide from the people looking for a topic.
I cry and my so called friends laugh and look at their phones.
I think everyday I could just disappear with no one caring.
I go home and cry behind closed doors.
I pull out my razor and I make the pain go away.
People see my scars and continue on nor caring.
I go home and do this all over again.
I cut.
I bleed.
I cry.
It starts again.
Halee Buttrum
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Halee Buttrum  15/F/America
(15/F/America)   
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