Nobody knows the real me. Nobody knows how many times I've sat in my room and cried, how many times I've lost hope, how many times I've had to hold back tears, hoe many I've felt like I'm about to sna´but don't just for the sake og others. Nobody knowa the thoughts that go through my head whenerver I'm sad, hoe horrible they truly are. Nobody knows me, and that's what I like most.
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