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You know who you are, but I'll throw you on here anyway. If you don't know what I'm talking about, then you shouldn't be here
looking!
For each cigarette smoke i exhale, a pound of stress is released. for each gulp of hen i take, a feeling of relief is
received. I sit on the porch, alone. every night- stares at the stars, thinks of random things, grotesque emotions and what
not. I`m supposed to be happy `coz that`s what people said i should- live up with all their expectations, worry not of my
own. Eyes red and swollen as each day comes to an end; whining like an immature freak while tears creep down my cheeks. Always
on the verge of cutting myself- seeing blood for satisfaction. losing confidence and even appetite; yet craving for deeper
attention..Still managing to draw a smile, however. dramas coated by charms. just so my flaws not be seen; weakness not be
traced by the public`s naked eye ...
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