It's funny how I can want to die so bad and my mom is a stalker but she doesn't notice.
Well maybe she does. She just doesn't care.
I don't think anyone really cares.
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PoetryThe 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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It's funny how I can want to die so bad and my mom is a stalker but she doesn't notice.
Well maybe she does. She just doesn't care.
I don't think anyone really cares.
