【I】【t】 【w】【o】【r】【k】【e】【d】

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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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