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I'm not good at anything, really, can't be a leader, don't know how to scream. I don't know how to be quite or small I'm never the prettiest, but that's not all, I'm not good at being a person. Sometimes my hands shake 'cause I forget to eat sometimes I get bad headaches and getting out of bed's a feat but I'll tell you one thing I'm good at. I'm good at digging a little blade into my skin and pretending that I'm just fine. I'm good at digging it in 'til I see red, going out and being sublime. I'm good at casual excuses, but I wish SOMEBODY knew, but I can't tell because they have fragile hearts and healthy things in their lives, so few. (If they find out they will leave).
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC
Sadness Soldiers
I'm not good at anything, really, can't be a leader, don't know how to scream. I don't know how to be quite or small I'm never the prettiest, but that's not all, I'm not good at being a person. Sometimes my hands shake 'cause I forget to eat sometimes I get bad headaches and getting out of bed's a feat but I'll tell you one thing I'm good at. I'm good at digging a little blade into my skin and pretending that I'm just fine. I'm good at digging it in 'til I see red, going out and being sublime. I'm good at casual excuses, but I wish SOMEBODY knew, but I can't tell because they have fragile hearts and healthy things in their lives, so few. (If they find out they will leave).
It is NOT in my best interest for you to leave.
megan-louise
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC
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