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Feb 2019
I'm already dead.
those scars of my body, just remind me how much paint I feel.
I don't want to be here anymore.
I've lost everyone and everything.
they said it would get better.

they said its just being a teenager.
they said I'm fine.

they lied.
you don't know me.

I don't know me.

I'm a lost soul.
Hope Weber
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Hope Weber  15/F/chandler az
(15/F/chandler az)   
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