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You stand there,
looking so fragile and broken.

You stay silent,
keeping all the pain inside.

You keep running,
hoping you can outrun your demons.

You hold on to,
the last piece of sanity.

You try,
but you cannot cry.

You hope,
that someday it will get better.

You wish,
that you had done things differently.

You cut,
let the crimson drops fall.

You pray,
that everything will one day fade.

You know,
that it will never happen.

You will always be,
everything you don't want.