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I want to die.

The words fell from her lips,
fell onto the keys
before she could stop them.

Those words, she,
she would take them back if they weren't so
diddly
damn
true.

That girl,
scars on her arms,
legs,
hips.

And she's afraid of herself because
her thoughts won't
Leave me alone!

I am important,
I am loved,
I am,
I am,
I am...

And she doesn't believe those words like she believes the other ones,
the words that say she is
useless,
unwanted,
forgotten.
She is,
she is.
She is...

So she writes, late at night,
writes,
lets her feelings fall onto the keys of a keyboard because
if they knew,
off the internet, in her
"real life,"
Oh, no, if they knew...
Nothing would change.
And that would hurt more than anything.

So she writes,
and the words fall from her lips and
fall onto the keys
before she can stop them.

I want to die.