Everyday I come home crying.

Everyday I hate myself a little more.

Everyday I hope to die.

Everyday my limits are pushed.

Everyday I am laughed at, taunted, and abused.

Everyday I hope I don't wake up.

Everyday I wish I had a friend.

Everyday I want someone to stand up for me, because I can't do it for myself anymore.

Today is my last day.


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