Excerpt from a Book I will Never Write

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lying is like taking a trip , its like having a secret and no one else knows . i'm here because i , because i woke up covered in blood . i had bruises all over my arm it's usually from when i have fallen and someone's helping me up . he used to tell me what i've done the night before , and i learned that when you wake up like that you just say you're sorry . just say sorry for what you did and you're sorry for who you are and you're never gonna do it again , but you do , you do it again ,

'why are you really here ?'

because i'm afraid of myself .