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some days i find it hard to look in the mirror.
at times,
i convince myself that nobody would miss me if i were gone.
my scars tell stories i wish i could keep
to myself.
i cry for no reason,
and have trouble figuring out the way i'm
supposed to function,
when my mind is such a scary place.

but, i got out of bed this morning.
and that's a start.

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