No One
No one understands why i cut.
No one notices i wear long sleeves in the summer.
No one notices i wear a billion braclets that cover fresh open cuts.
No one....
No one notices i have a kind of BLAH look on my face all the time.
No cares about my tear stained face.
No one kno's im that girl that sits alone not eating, but writing during lunch.
No one.

Kristin Loves You

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