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Its hard to live in a society where you will never be the pretty girl, everyone has everyone you don't, and dreams are always one cloud away from where you are.

I know how it feels to be on the edge of your bed, your head buried in your hands,wishing everything would end.


I sit here crying not because i miss you you because i know i'll never have a chance to hurt you like you hurt me.

I was flipping through an old school notebook of mine, but I shut it, through it against the wall & cried. Every page had a heart scrawled next to the name of a boy who lied.