Her hair might be perfect. Her close might fit just right. But did you know that she feels like a reject? That she cries every night? Inside, she's sinking. Falling deeper within. Again her parents are drinking. She can never stop thinking. The blade might be stained. Her wrists might just be scarred. She might just finally crack. Nothing anymore is intack.
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