Cover my self with smiles and laughter, but not in till night brakes after, darkness over comes my soul, and chills would tickle through out my bones, My finger nails poke my soft rist, not to most people this is happiness, blood oozes out I cover with shame, but that's the only way to get rid of my pain.
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Crayon
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(I'm not a loner,
-- I just don't have any friends, that's all.)
