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• My thoughts are as messy as my bedroom.

• Sometimes I cut, sometimes I cry, sometimes I just want to die.

• Baby please I need to know.

Are these the scares you never show?

I can protect you, of all your worries,

Darling,honey you can stop with all the sorrys.

A/N: I'm proud to say that all of these poems on this page I have written. So yay for me

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