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i cry because of what you did. not to me but to yourself. you have no idea how much i wish i could help.i have tired so hard not to hurt myself, but as each oneof my loved ones falls in the trap, i get closer and closer to slipping in as well.almost as much as i hate and dispise the action itself, i admire those that have the courage. the main reason you cant find the scars on me is because i am scared. scared of what might happen. scared of who might see. what story would i could i make up then? or would i tell the truth?  would i be able to say ANYTHING through my tears? i have started to slip and im falling, wasing away yet again. when i wake up i am crying, wishing ot live once again. i cry.