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~*~m y s e c r e t~*~

Cool cement so hard and unforgiving…
faintest ripples give way to pain.
Car doors, walls, windows…
Anything to dull my brain.
I don’t think I can stand it.
Some girls cut.
Some girls starve.
Some girls cry.
Some girls go silent.
But I, I slam my head
into this wall.
Because this pain is nothing
Compared to what’s inside.