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Jun 2013
Where did the old me go?
The one who didn't cry every night?
The one who never disappointed anyone.
The one who loved everything.
The one who always had a smile?

Everything morning when I open my eyes,
I worry about what's going on?
How am I going to smile,
With the pain I have.

When I look in the mirror.
I see pain.
When I look at my wrist,
I see scares.

No one really see 's my pain.
On one ask where my scares came from.
No one cares.
I'm standing knee deep in pain.
Miranda
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Miranda  paoli, indiana
(paoli, indiana)   
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