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She tried to stay strong but the pain was too wild. A smile so lovely you wouldn't believe it was fake. The pressure to be perfect (self induced) was just too much to take. Behind her happy act, she was so deeply sad. She held onto hope with everything that she had. Her skin was covered in thick lines of red. The only way out was to just drop dead. She was finally discovered only after she was gone. The world should have seen it coming; she was crying for help all along.

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