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"i'm okay," she says to everyone. her nights were nothing but wet sheets and wailing walls. "i'm fine," she tells everybody. her room is filled with nothing but a crying voice and a hopeless soul. "i'm happy," she proclaims to all. her wrists more crimson than brown and her eyes more red than white. "goodbye. i'm sorry," she begs. And that was when all knew that she wasn't really okay at all.
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May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
okay, not.
"i'm okay," she says to everyone. her nights were nothing but wet sheets and wailing walls. "i'm fine," she tells everybody. her room is filled with nothing but a crying voice and a hopeless soul. "i'm happy," she proclaims to all. her wrists more crimson than brown and her eyes more red than white. "goodbye. i'm sorry," she begs. And that was when all knew that she wasn't really okay at all.
I loved her deeply while she hated herself.
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May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
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