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so this week....the school counsellor equivalent found out i cut...and told the headmistress...i got shouted at for not doing work...my mum found out i cut...my english teacher found out i cut...i spent a magical night with a boy who lives far away and who hasn't called...i have a headache...and i can't go on.
all in all you'd think that'd be an ideal starting point for a beautiful piece of poetry. but ironically, i can't think of anything to say.