I wake up..find a brush and put on a little makeup..just to hide the scars and fade away the shakeup. Told him I came back because I left the keys on the table, but he knew that I was creating another fable. He thinks I wanted to. He doesnt even trust in my long-wanted suicide. I cry…cause when he calls me “Angel” I want to die.
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