Nobody knows the real me. Nobody knows how many times I've sat in my room and cried, how many times I've been let down. Nobody knows how many times I've had to hold back tears, how many times I've felt like I'm about to snap but don't just for the sake of others. Nobody knows the thoughts that have gone through my head whenever I'm sad, and how horrible they really are.
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self harm / depression quotes and poems
Acaka series of quotes, poems, songs on self harm and depression, may be triggering. So I've passed the limit so I'm starting a new one
