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Feb 2011
I cut it out slow,
Just to feel the pain.
I stab out my eyes,
So they no longer may rain.

I break down my wall,
So there's nothing to hide.
I plaster on a smile,
They don't see what's inside.

I make myself cheery,
When the world grows sad.
I make myself calm,
Even though I'm so mad.

I look to the sun,
Yet hide in this night.
I make myself brave,
Though I'm filled with fright.

I cut myself fast,
Just to know that I feel.
I **** myself slow,
To know that it's real.
And i now know it is....
Written by
Isabella James
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