A Cry For Help
My leg stings, it wouldn't stop bleeding for a minot or two. I feel like shit, and no one knows. I don't think that I will make it past this school year. I know I won't make it past high school, and I'm ok with that. To anyone who reads this, thanks this is kinda like my note. I wish someone would notice, I don't care who, but if someone noticed then I could stop feeling fake.
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