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Why can't you see that I'm not okay?
Surely, my recent raging outbursts & lack of laughter should spark some sort of interest in my well-being, but it doesn't. Everytime I look at you, I wonder if you can tell that I've been crying the night before. How foolish of me to think that you would actually notice. You've been oblivious to my plead to be saved, for years now. Perhaps you'll finally see the lost, emotionally insecure girl inside of me one day. I pray you find her, before she does something that cannot be undone.

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