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And every time you wanted to cry. Every time you wanted to die. I was there. I was there for you. I was your rock. And I would help you no matter how long it took. Sometimes it took minutes. Other times hours and even days. And just for you. I put on a show. I Pretend i am fine. When all I want to do is cut. Cry. And die. Just so I don't make your life worse. I know you hate me sad. And I know it makes you worse too. And I never tell you how I really feel in fear of you crawling back into depression. So.. I cover it up with a headache. I say I'm tired. And I say people are just annoying. Because I can't burden you with my problems. When you ate getting better.