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Dear Mom,

I wish I could tell you everything.
I have to tell a lie.
I can't just tell you that I drink,
And I hate the guy you like.

I want to tell you everything,
But you might not understand.
You'll just turn your head and sip your wine.
I will never have a chance.

I might just tell you everything,
To get it off my chest.
And you can help me out,
Because I cut. I'm just depressed.





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