I'm Okay
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Last published Fri, Jun 24, 2016
"Rosie, are you Okay?"
I'm not okay.
I want to die
I hate myself
I want to be skinny
Everyone hates me
I cry myself to sleep at night
I don't have any friends
But that's okay
Because
"I'm Okay."
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