They all know it

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By *Cutter*Broken Forever_Fighting All The Time_

They all read my writing. They All hear me talk. Some mimic what i say. It tares me apart that they really dont care. I cry. I yell. I juss dont know what else to do. The pain remains becus they all dont know bout it. but they can tell they can see it in my eyes and feel it in my touch. But maybe they just aint lookin right.

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