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Nov 2019
They say I cannot hurt,
They say I can't complain,
They say my pain is a fantasy
They have not seen my brain.

They say I am okay,
They say that I am cured,
They say my problems are in my head
Of that they can be sure.

They say that I am strong,
They say that I am weak,
They cannot decide for sake of my mind
And that is why I bleed.
Written by
Micah G  17/M/United States
(17/M/United States)   
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