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She may sitting in a corner cryingTears flowing down each cheek from flashbacks relivedOver and overSeemingly never endingOccurring relentlessly No warnings or any signs of a let upNo care for anybody's opinionThese battles on a daily basis Severing the nerve endings of the proud emotionsNone of the words we speak can help it let upBlood many flow through her veinsAlong with the hurt and shameful namesYears upon yearsSeconds upon the hourNo true end in sightI'm left to wonder whyWith no answers upon the horizonSlits in the skin seem to be the only relief in it's make upBlood flowing out to finally see the hurtThe only pain is self-inflictedShe cries while I'm on the sidelines hoping she sees meLet's me in to comfort and distract from her pained dreams
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All I know is my truth and at 16 I was in a substance induced psychosis...and I got this
Have you ever been so aware of you self that you felt like you've lost your self?