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The real me

He is sad He is hurt He is dying He is alone He is lonely He is a mess He is judged He is ignored He is suicidal He is stressed He is confused He is fucked up He is depressed He is misunderstood He is tired but still living He is hurt but doesn't show it He is screaming but silent He is in pain but still smiling
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jonah-lavigne
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jonah-lavigne
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Apr 22, 2014
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