No One Knows

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There are plenty of things that no one knows about me.
Things that I won't put here, even for only complete strangers to see.
I can't eat.
I can't sleep.
I close my eyes and see the horrors of my past there.
No, I do not visit sleep very often.
"We wish you'd just open up and tell us everything," they say.
No you don't.
Trust me.
You don't want to know.
If I could, I'd hide from me too.
Sometimes I'm just not worth the trouble.
So I sit, and starve, and cry myself to a restless sleep.
Can't anyone see I'm drowning?
Someone save me.
Please.
I'll wait.

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