This feeling disgusts me.
Every time I feel it, I...
I can’t seem to help it.
But I’m just making excuses, aren’t I?
Noone notices when you cry, Noone understands the reason why, Noone cares enough to ask, Noone cares enough to know. Noone worries about the cuts, Noone sees them on your arms, Noone tries to understand, Noone tries to change your mind.
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