You wouldn't know from looking at me: I cry. I was depressed. I write poetry. People hate on me. I've been told I have an eating disorder because I'm skinny. My parents fight. I wait until everyone's asleep, then weep. Sometimes, only sometimes, I want to give up. I'm stronger than you thought I was aren't I?
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