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Once again I wait for sleep that I know wont come,

I lay lonesome on my bed crying to no one.

I look at a diary from when my life was good,

When I didn’t think I was ugly and withhold myself from food.

I sit lonely with myself knowing all I want is a shoulder on which I can cry,

Knowing this wont stop hurting until the day I die.

I put on a smile to try to remain sane,

but all I feel deep down is terrible pain.