i hate you for doing this to me..
i cry, not because of you.
i cry because of what had happened.
i want to kill myself because it hurts.
i want to run till i faint.
i want to drink till i pass out.
i want to smoke till my lungs die.
i scratch myself because it's how i run away from my problems.
yes, it's how i run away.
if only i could just disappear.
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