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My Sad Truth By a Child Who Knows

I am sad I am down I do not know why No one cares I am six I am furious I am enraged I do not know why No one listens I am twelve I am done There is nothing else I do not know why No one thinks I am smart I am eighteen I am cutting myself With a knife I do not know why No one knows I am sad

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Date: 11/10/2018 6:28:00 PM
You definitely caught the progression! I wish more people would see this before it gets to that level...
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 11/10/2018 8:59:00 PM
Unfortunately sometimes they start cutting at ten or twelve. I was trying to soften reality up a bit.

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