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To: You
Contributed by
lilracer37
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Friday, 29th October 2004 @ 04:44:23 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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I walk down the halls.
Smile at all the right people.
I don't show you myself.
It's a secret you're not going to see.
I cry at night.
I'm human just like you.
But you don't see me.
You don't notice me at all.
I'm a shadow.
Just another face in the yearbook.
Another person to laugh at,
Another person to talk about.
You don't know me though.
And I don't know you.
Do you ever wonder?
What I do at night.
While you're talking with all your friends.
Well I'm locked in my room,
I'm sitting on my bed.
I'm cutting away my pain that you give me.
I'm crying out as if I was insane.
But mostly ....I'm dying.
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Re: To: You
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by Essentially9 on
Friday, 29th October 2004 @ 07:36:18 PM AEST
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| powerful and emotional. i believe you are better than them, by not sinking down to their level. there are doors of opportunities and doors for people to walk through and walk out. you have just as much power over the doors that have to do with people. you can shut them out or let them in whenever you want. keeping the door from cracking open is the hardest part. |
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Re: To: You
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by 2ndChance on
Friday, 29th October 2004 @ 08:38:22 PM AEST
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| I agree, but I understand also. School can be your best friend or your worst nightmare. The pain builds up and you do your best to keep it from exploding...so you let it out, cut by cut, tear by tear. But think about it m'dear...once you've cried all night, and slit your wrists...what will be left? |
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