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Oct 2018
I don’t know if I can keep going
My mask is slowly breaking and falling apart.
My soul was left in the darkness
She stayed there for longer than I had intended.
So when I went to collect her, I found her black and blue.
They told me there is nothing you can do
I just don’t know if I can keep going
My scars haven’t been new for a while now.
I wish they were though
I’m only sixteen
Written by
Megan  21/F/No Where
(21/F/No Where)   
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