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The pain, somtimes I run to my room and cry because its too much. I'm the middle of three and get this me and my younger sister were mistakes. She was a miracule and me, well, I can sing I can draw and i try so hard to make my parents proud of me. My younger sis is favored. I take her blame each time unless it is 100% obvious. I feel like the sun is poisenous and the dark is my healing. Happiness is poisen killing me as I try so hard to find it. Depression is the venom killing the pain, saving me,...
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