I came to realize I didn't have a problem, but I was the problem.
Getting rid of myself was the solution.
I was to fat so I stopped eating,
I was to loud so I stopped talking,
I was to dumb so my grades became more important that my mental health,
I was a crybaby now I draw lines to feel anything.
I broke myself to be fixed,
and nobody noticed.
It worked.
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