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Everything you say, tends to hurt me in some way. Why can't you see, u always hurt me? I'm sick of this feeling of sadness. It's all such madness. I love you and your gentle touch, but you don't see it much. You pretend to care, when I know you don't wanna be there. We're not quite one, and I'm ashamed of what I've done. Once again I've turned to the blade, wishing it would once and for all fade. I watched the blood dripping down my arm, feeling absolutely no self harm. The blood trickled onto the floor, and I knew it was just another chore. I felt too happy, not yet sappy. The cut slowly getting bigger, I finally saw the black figure. The thing they call a shadow. It ran away, just like me not wanting to live another day. Not wanting to see a face like mine. The thing that doesn't know how to shine. I'm so ugly and so sad, yet so beautiful and so glad. The ugly and sad is inside. And the beautiful and glad is the bad. On the outside everyone sees, a happy girl that's so called me. In the inside I'm horribly sad, never ever being glad. My fake smiles show the "me". The me they all wish to be. Too bad no one knows, on the inside it only snows. I'm not happy or glad, always angry and always sad. I wish to die, instead of cry. This my friend is the dreadful truth...
