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by Lushed Jun 25, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Fu.ck. --She says. I'm fat. --She thinks. Must starve the pain away. She cries --At night. Alone. --She thinks "you worthless pile of shit" She grips --her skin. She holds --On tight. A thought to stay inside. And by now --You'll know. You should have seen That she wont let you in.