Dear diry

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You hold my hand
You kiss my scares
You keep me cloes
Even tho we are far apart
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I wear makeup to cover my faults
I  cover up to hid my fat
I smile to lie
Even tho I want to die
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I starve to get skinny
I cut to get pleasure
I drink to forget
All because I want to die
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I just want to die
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