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{Made up names} My name is Jessica. My best friend is Annika. My other best friend is Megan. And I can feel myself fading away as I write this, feel myself crumbling to dust inside as I continue to smile and laugh. But my eyes are empty. Blank. And if anybody cared to look, maybe they could save me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So, I'm better now. Kinda. But I'm still writing poems in this book, poems that I hope will help at least one person, because I know what it's like to be lost. I know what it's like to not think you can make it out. I know what it's like to think you know the secrets to everything one second and know nothing the next. I know what it's like to be so close to the edge you can taste it. And I hope I can help someone to get past that. To move beyond it. But hey, I'm just me. My eyes are still dead. My mind is still dark. I just found someone who lights up the corners of my mind and pushes away the darkness. Maybe not all of it, but most of it. Enough of it to mean something. ♥
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