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why are things not the way they seem cut wrists not seen as a silent scream and crying is seen as crocodile tears not the emerging of your inner most fears the pain in your head caused by tension and pills being popped for attention how many doors need to slam? before you realise they don't give a damn!! how many times we try to please so we can feel at total ease and many times we stop to look at broken hearts and the time it took what started as a tiny tiff nasty words come fast and swift and how many lives will it take to part true love with the fake why do the good always die young when only half their time is done sitting at night all alone no-one To talk to on the phone other people sit alone with their strife praying for someone to sort out their life sitting alone they slash their wrist add another suicide to the list.

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