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You Can't Always See What's Wrong.

By , Town Creek, AL
You can't see the cuts on my arms, but they're still there. You can't see the pain behind the mask, but it's still there. You can't hear what I want to scream at you, but it lurks inside. You won't see the weakness that's hiding behind my eyes. You don't see me in the dark, kneeled and crying, but I do. Isn't it funny how you'll never assume I'm not normal like you? 





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