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They say the saddest are the happiest

And it is true;

An unbearable burdening pain.

To dig ones nails

Into their own skin

To bare the heart from breaking,

But what truly lies in it,

From the deepest core

That no human can touch

Nor see

Nor hear

Nor even glimpse,

Is a sad little girl

To be seen

To be somebody

To be heard..

Yet to be happy

One must paint

Their own skin

With tears

With anger

With coldness

Against people.