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A Major Cry For Help

The tears are too heavy to wipe away, she doesnt bother getting rid of them because she feels they are meant to stay with fiery red eyes and a face with the look of exaust, she feels she has no control over the feeling she has come across she disconnected her phone, black lights and curtins covered her room, she even broke her t.v. she had no interest in being outside to enjoy the excitement she could see self medicating, due to a headache every day was the reason everybody believed she never stayed awake and barely touched a plate at such a young age she couldnt even look in the mirrior for a few minutes without turning away, and still not knowing what she feels, shes allowing herself to fade away DID ANYBODY GET TO HER BEFORE IT WAS TOO LATE??

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