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The war is in my mind but the wounds are on my body.. The wounded girl you never knew was emo.. The cutting means something.. Remember kids down the street not across the road... And when it finally gets that far..and i make it count... When i finally show you its not me saying I'm okay, we both know I lied Im fine, Im a complete failure Im not hungry,Im just starving myself Im not sad,Im dying inside Im crying, im holding my breath I wanna die, save me Im lost inside myself, go away...i know its complicated but i really need you to stay.. Dont say anything...just hug me Squeeze me. Believe in me.
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 5:29 PM UTC
Depression
The war is in my mind but the wounds are on my body.. The wounded girl you never knew was emo.. The cutting means something.. Remember kids down the street not across the road... And when it finally gets that far..and i make it count... When i finally show you its not me saying I'm okay, we both know I lied Im fine, Im a complete failure Im not hungry,Im just starving myself Im not sad,Im dying inside Im crying, im holding my breath I wanna die, save me Im lost inside myself, go away...i know its complicated but i really need you to stay.. Dont say anything...just hug me Squeeze me. Believe in me.
jessica-hinesman
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 5:29 PM UTC
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