she isn't as happy as she may seem
she sits alone in her room with a razor to her arm and tears rushing down her face no one knows how sad she really is, all they see is the fake smile she uses so well they think she is happy they think she is swell but what they don’t know is that she is dead inside she has been dead for awhile now…
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