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Sick of crying, tired of trying. Sure I may be smiling but inside I'm dying. Feel my pain, hear my screams and watch me fade… Not all scars show, not all wounds heal. Sometimes you can't always see the pain someone can feel.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Chapters: 10 - Words: 2,353 - Reviews: 2 - Updated: 09-06-11 - Published: 12-21-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2875238
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Dear Adam,
You are amazing
Thanks for being there
Even when you weren't
You're moving on in life
You are going to find something worth living for
And you'll probably find your happiness before me
I hope you know you are the favorite child
Mom and dad barely trust me now
I'm so close from a melt break down on a normal day
Filled with this whirl of emotions
Don't doubt that this crazy family that
You tolerate doesn't love you… (We do)
After all how can't you hate the favorite child,
When you have a fucked up one?
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