Wasted Memories
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[TW!!: SELF HARM, SUICIDAL TOPICS, ETC]
People can only see what's on the outside.
Nobody knows the way it really is; to deal with these things in the real world. It's not having these problems that make you weak, but the way the world treats you for it.
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