I promised to tell you, when I'm hurting inside. I hate it. I hate myself every time I tell you. I don't want to tell you. I don't want to tell anyone. Just let it destroy me. I don't want to hurt you. You say it hurts more when you don't know, but for some reason, I just can't believe that. I hate myself more and more the more that I say because I know it would be better to keep it away from everyone else. It'd be better to hide the pain instead of pass it on. I don't want to hurt you, i don't want to tell you but,
I promised. I will keep my promise.
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The Song of a Dead Girl
SpiritualTrigger Warning: Suicidal, Self Harm, Depression, Anxiety, etc. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.