I'm not the girl everyone wants to be, hell half of the time I'm not even sure I am. I know I'm not perfect, I know I want to be. I write poems, I cry, I cut, I threw up, I don't eat and I do it all with a smile on my face to let everyone know I have my life under control. I don't have my life in control. It seems like everyday is a new disaster, I
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