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Apr 2014
Unfulfilled dreams
lost without at trace
crying all day
tired of faking
both a smile
and happiness
humiliated by
everyone everywhere
she loses all hope
sits on the window pane
cries her heart out
she feels helpless
finds no reason to live
grabs a knife
cuts her wrist
red all over
her last tear drop
last red
she thought all her
pain and sorrow
is all gone
but there was no one
to call her beautiful
every morning
no one to make her
feel special and happy

**Dont cut people, your skin is not paper, you're beautiful. Trust me, you are
I don't know.
Trisha
Written by
Trisha  London.
(London.)   
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