He looks into my hazel eyes and sees only the color that is deep within them. He'll never understand the emotions that are released on his computer screen as he reads my journal. Tears run down my cheeks as i read my own entries. I only think about what each of them truely means. If only everyone knew what i meant when i slid the razor down my arm
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Deb
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*Wishing for you to fly and never give up hope*
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