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Am I real?
So many thing surround me.
So many, too many, walls to break down.
Words help.
Pain doesn't.
Fix me?
No thank you.
I'm not broken.
You say emo, I say ******** you.
You say I hate you, I say thank you.
..What's so wrong there?
Pills, pills and more pills.
Too many.
SUFFOCATING.
..Not dead enough.
Knifes are apparently fun.
..So are you.
Weird.
Am I dead yet?
Someone answers, "Not yet b***h".
She said <s>good</s> not enough, I laughed.
So what are you?
..Better?
Yeah, probably.
Oh yeah..
You love me?
..what?
Hahahahah, don't say that if you don't mean it Mrs Pearce.
Mother, please.
Don't look at me that way.
Yes, I <u><b>love</b></u> him.
Oh no, as if I care.
Yes, I love you too..
But theres more to me then you know..
Problem is you <u>DON'T</u> know me.
..So stop pretending.
Start breathing, then realizing.
Thank you.
..Don't try to change me, 'cuz I'm the only one who can change me.
Too bad I'm stubborn..
Hahah, I got it from you..
ACCEPT ME.
DON'T HURT ME.
STOP ALL THE YELLING.
IT'S <u>NOT</u> MY ******** FAULT.
HE DIED.
GET THE ******** OVER IT.
I'M SORRY DIANE.
I MISS HIM TOO..
STOP HURTING ME MOTHER.
STOP KILLING ME INSIDE.
STOP EVERYTHING, b***h.
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I'm bleeding inside, but crying on the outside.
..Hold me babee..
..Wish you were here, but don't care if you're not.
I just need you.
I truly love you.
Thank you.
..For real&333