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I hate this place. I want to feel free, free to love whom I want. Can my heart yearn for who it wants? or must I follow your guidelines? I think I should feel safe in that house, rather than afraid of you. It's not fair. Can I look in the mirror without thinking of the places I can slice my skin without you seeing? If I hurt myself, it might take the weight off my chest that's slowly suffocating me. If I could pull the sickness out of me, I would. I wish I could pull it out of everyone. No one should feel this way.
Let me be.
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The Most Beautiful Thing in My Mind.
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