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no one reads this anyways so i can write whatever i want

this is bullshit, i read her mind and she doesn't even care about what i want to to do

they say its a cry for help

"they think" 'well, now they'll see' and that's how it starts, its for attention"

and god maybe it is but what else is it supposed to do?

i dont have anything for me to do anymore, there is no one i can turn to

and i don't want their help, i want them to see 

sometimes i think her and i are the same person

she wants me to feel guilty and dead for what i did

i want her to feel the same way for what she didn't do

it's her fault, as long as i tell myself that, i'll be ok

i'll be a liar wrapped in bandages but still alive

after all of this, i'll still be alive

and i dont want her help, i want to be needed

as long as i am needed i have reason to live

but i don't need her

i don't need anyone.

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