Sometimes I think everyone is lying to me about caring. I cry because I feel like something inside my head is messed up. No one helps me when I ask for it. Some days I feel so close to the edge that I dont know if I'll survive. I just want to know it's all real.
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Random Poems and stories.
RandomThese are just random stories and poems I have written over a long period of time that I thought I should type out and show here. Please comment and vote it will help me know that people like what I'm doing.
