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They think Im crazy...
Devising plans to uncover my secret treasure.
I tell her I'm fine, I don't need help. The truth is, I know I need help., but I don't want it.
What I truly want is my relief, a bobby pin cut in half, revealing a razor sharp edge, it's hidden in my drawer beside the bed.
I want to pull it across my skin, and see the drops of crimson pain, anger, and sadness pour out.
I want to be alone, to do what I need.
Just let me be.
I'm stuck in this prison, faking smiles and small talk. Pretending to be a normal 15 year old girl.
In reality, I am one messed up person.
Just look at my legs.

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