I'm ok
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Last published Sat, Jul 9, 2016
You could've sworn she was happy the way she smiled and laughed.She knew everyone, never have you seen a tear leave her eye.
Everyone around her believed her smile and that smile could light up the whole room.
But when she got home the smile dropped her eyes saddened and she never laughed.
No one would've guessed they couldn't have she was the happiest person at school as so they thought.
She always looked nice you would've never looked twice at her wrists.
That is until a guy truly looked into her eyes and not just her smile and could tell a great deal of pain in her brown eyes.
But would it have been to late for help...
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