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Self harm,
A rare art,
Only taught by ones mind,
And those who think society is kind.

Maybe we are blind,
And the truth will unwind,
So show a land with blue skies,
Where we can all be perfect in everyone's lives.

Why cant normal be a flexible group,
Why is standing out wrong,
When it could get us seen.

You think its all great,
But you dont know how hard it is to stifle a scream,
When all pain is forced to remain behind the scenes.