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Jun 2013
Can't you see me,
The pain in my eyes?
I'm used to this pain...
No body knows the real me.

Can you hear my heart cry?

I lay in bed at night.
I cry myself to sleep,
Hoping one day...
I won't awake.

Why you must ask?
       because, no one cares.
No one would cry over me.
No one on this earth would miss me.

As I lay in bed thinking,
My thoughts get worse.
And... I start to cut.
Miranda
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Miranda  paoli, indiana
(paoli, indiana)   
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