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Demons.

Just because she comes off strong,

Doesnt mean theres nothing wrong,

Just a tear,

Just a scream.

"Why are you crying?"

"Just a bad dream."

Just a cut ,

Just a blade,

Just another blood stained bed,

Although on her lips lay a smile ,

In her eyes lay sorrow,

And on her cheeks, lay the tears of tomorrow.

Under her sleeves lay a story untold,

In her head lay a mind that was destroyed,

In her ears lay the words that were unspoken.

And inside her chest lay a heart that was broken, 

This is how , her demons were awoken.

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Lily Cas

This write is tragically beautiful. And I can relate with it only to well. 

Although on her lips lay a smile ,

In her eyes lay sorrow,

And on her cheeks, lay the tears of tomorrow.

The eyes are the window to the soul. Even if someone is smiling they might just be putting on a brave face and are truly in turmoil on the inside. Somethings the people who smile the most are in the most pain. Amazing heartfelt write. Welcome to Cosmo! :) 

All stars, and pinned!

xxxLily

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Agata

Thank you so much it feels amazing to get support from other writers and honestly its so apreciated xx

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Dean Kuch

I had a very good friend in high school who was a "cutter", Agata.
He wore a long-sleeved flannel shirt, summer, winter, spring and fall, to cover his shame.
He was undergoing therapy and we all thought he was getting better.
On Christmas Eve, 1977, he was found dead in the bathtub having slit both of his wrists.
There's not a day goes by where I wish I hadn't taken his illness more seriously.
Nice writing. It just hit a little too close to home for me.
~Dean Kuch

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