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I don't know when this feeling started, or when I got used to it, but I don't like it anymore.  Nobody understands how I feel.  They would mock me and say I want attention.  They think their words hurt me, but they don't know the things I say about myself every day.

Maybe I am broken.  Or maybe they broke me.  Who knows anymore.  And really who cares¿

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