I come to school with a bright red bandage on my arm. People only notice if I tell them, and when they ask: "What happened?" I say: "I scratched myself." But it's not the whole truth. The truth is: "I scratched myself to the blood, because of my life being a lonely hell on earth, and now, I regret everything."
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Quotes about love and friends
PoesíaHurt me with the truth, ---but never--- Comfort me with a lie
