written on a spare piece of paper; to be scrunched up and trashed
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sob. sob. c l e n c h.
I look on in disbelief as my father breaks down in front of my eyes. We sit in the darkness of my room, as he squeezes my hands tightly and
breaks.
My eyes widen and water and glaze as he looks at me
j u s t l i k e s h e d i d
and asks me, "why?". The truth is that I am weak, I am so
so weak;
And if only I was strong, if only I was skinny, if only I was beautiful, if only I was kind, if only I didn't fuck up all the time, if only I was more like my sister, if only my parents loved each other,
if only if only if only
if only i could just kill myself-
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