June 27

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Hey Mer,

It's 1:18 am. I can't sleep. I haven't cried since I was fourteen.... I can't hold it in anymore. Why, Mer? You were so funny and smart! Why throw it all away? Just to look like every other girl. You were thin enough. You were too thin. My tears are staining the paper. I keep wiping them away. The ink won't stop bleeding. I don't want to do this anymore. I want to scream. But I can't. I don't want to wake anyone up. I just don't understand. Everything is way to cloudy. I cringe every time I think about how nobody noticed you were skipping meals. And I punched a whole in my wall because I was one of those nobody's. I want you back, Mer. I don't want to do this by myself.

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