this person told me, that they couldn't figure me out.
that i was a mystery, and that they could figure everyone out, but me.
and i guess you could say that they haven't. if they figured me out, they'd realise that i have scars, that i hate myself, and that i feel like dying every single day.
if they figure me out, they will leave because they're disgusted.
and if they don't figure me out, they'll give up and leave.
but either way, they'll still leave.
everyone ends up leaving.
'*'
/A.N.
I don't think this was a very good one. Yeah, I know it's bad.
Sorry./
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