Hey. See that girl over there? Yeah. Over there in that alley across the street. She may look like she's happy, but she's not. She wears a mask. Every. Single. Day. It kills her inside. It really does. Little by little. Soon, it will consume her. It will make her feel like nothing even matters anymore. Then, in the blink of an eye, she'll be gone. Swooped away by sadness, fear, and loneliness.

But there is a way to prevent her from doing so. Maybe you just need to go up and say a simple 'Hi' or 'Hey' to her. I bet that would make her day. Maybe even make her week.

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That girl in the corner, is me. The freak, fool, scumbag, bitch, whore.

All those words fly around me. Every second, everyday. It's getting worse.

Loser, lame-o, D-Bag, motherfucker, slut.

The words are too much to handle.

Maybe if I do /one simple cut/, it would all go away...

How will I stop these words? When will somebody notice /and/ care? What will happen if I just pick up that shiny, silver blade?