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Jul 2013
They see the "cat scratches"
They see the bracelets
They see the long sleeves
I see the pain

They see an outcast
They see an "at risk" boy
They see a quiet child
I know the sadness

They see an airhead
They see red eyes
They see the lighter
I sense the fear

You are not alone
They just don't care
And can't tell what's burning inside
Like I do
Written by
Matt dos Santos
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