most of the people don't know how many times i've sat in my room and cried, how many times i've lost hope, how many times i've been let down, how many times i wished i could disappear, how many times i've had to hold back the tears, how many times i've felt i'm nothing... most of the people don't know the thoughts that go through my head whenever i'm sad, how horrible they truly are.
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