"Mom, dad...
Can't you see that the little girl you raised is wishing upon the stars to die. You never ask  if I'm okay. You never ask why I wear long sleeves. You never talk to me. I can fake a smile and I do it every day. I push myself to the limits with a razor, till I'm nearly unconscious, but I always stop reminding myself: 'Tomorrow will be better!' because I know it won't. I keep telling myself that I will figure out everything but not yet.
Mom, dad...
Look at me now. Do you see the tears in my eyes?"
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