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Jun 2020
you tell me these things to hurt me, i act like it doesnt but when i lie in bed to fall asleep all thats circiling in my mind is what you tell me. soon i'll start to believe it.

"you're worthless"
"you're fat"
"you're not loved"
"i hate you"
"go die"
"nobody likes you"

maybe its true..
Written by
Erin Johnson  15/F
(15/F)   
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