...notes under the carpet by my air vent. *** I leave poetry in library books. I shredded all my photos. I am contemptuous of others so it hurts when they are indifferent to me. My secret is... I want to be a outlaw biker. The meds don't work. But I say they do, and no one knows. I love you so much but can't tell you. People think I've stopped lying, but I've just gotten better at it. I want to die...

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