feelings / emotions
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These are how people feel. Some will say my name. But this isn't about me but about how people make us feel no matter what we do. somehow they will find a way to make us feel bad, sad, mad, or other emotions that we don't want to feel. In this writing we find self-expression and this is how we express it. everyone has feeling so try now to hurt someone because you never know everything that person has been through and may =be they were so hurt that they feel to hurt themselves ( cut themselves) or someone else but that not right because you are only doing the same thing that horrible person did to you. Be different take that pain and writing because he could be your talent and don't waste time crying because they don't deserve your precious tear.
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