'Emo' only scratches the surface...Literally

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Dark dreams plague my sleep, and during the day, I walk with my nightmares. The night is so much easier, because I don't exist any more.

Don't judge me by my appearance. My hair is hiding my attempt to cover my tear stained eyes with make-up, and it gives my eyes privacy to cry.

My tight clothes are merely holding the pieces of me together, and my wrists? They bear the markings of each passing day. It's been so long since I started counting the hours until things are better.

Or until my dreamings come true. But then again, that's better than the nightmares.
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