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Nov 2013
These scars make me beautiful; my wounds help me heal.
All this pain that I'm feeling is totally real.
I'm acting all day and crying all night; for some terrifying reason this is starting to feel right.
If they notice I lose the thing that keeps me alive and because they don't, I'm dying inside.
No one can know. How could I tell?
I don't care if I go to hell.
My tears coat my pillow; my blood covers my sheets.
How do you never seem to hear my weep? My stomach is churning; I'm starting to feel sick.
Someone, please come and help me! Quick!
I cut too deep; I'm slipping down.
Pretty soon I'll be in the ground.
Goodbye family, goodbye friends. I've loved you all, until the end.
Lauren Halligan
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Lauren Halligan  Lewiston, Maine
(Lewiston, Maine)   
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