October 24, 2007
By Angel Lewis, Pavo, GA

I don't want to have to pretend.I wish this suffering and pain would end.On the outside my face is smiling,but on the inside my heart is dying.These words i can't say stream down my face.I wish i could dissapear away from this place.Away from the lies that layout my life,all it would take is a cut from a knife.I could slit my rist and this pain would end.And i would never again have to pretend.

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