I know who I am. I am a disappointment, I'm someone who will never be good enough. I don't want to be here anymore. I don't to be alive anymore.
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The broken
PoesiaThe stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
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I know who I am. I am a disappointment, I'm someone who will never be good enough. I don't want to be here anymore. I don't to be alive anymore.
