she sit's and they ask wat's wrong
she says nothing they say watever
she go's to her room and cry's her
self to sleep her sister ask's wats
wrong she say's it doesnt matter
she cut's herself they tell her she's
dumb and she say's i know and
they ask whyy did she do it and
she go's coz it helps they say
No it doesnt she say's you dont
know wat its like to feel the way i feel
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