sometimes

sometimes i wish i could tell when people really care and not be scared no more.  it feels wrong to be writing on here but we all need our own place.  a place for us to be us.  no one has to read it. just do not want anyone to judge us.  i can’t tell anyone what happened to me, it will make people go away.  sometimes i want someone to be like a parent to me.  i want someone to love me for who i am but that will never happen.  i am 14 and cut my arm all the time.  i cut it and cut it to let the pain out

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