She accepted the hate
But denied the compliments
She said she was fine
Even when she was crying
She said she was happy
Even when she had scars on her wrists
She said she didn't care what people thought
But was eager to be perfect
When she left
I knew
I shouldn't have believed her
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A poem for death
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