What if Everytime you cried yourself to sleep it stained your face.
How many people wouldn't go out the next morning.
What if Everytime your heart broke it would show.
How many people would know.
What if Everytime they said that hurtful word or phrase.
It came as a scream or shout.
How many people help.
What if Everytime you starved or binged everyone saw.
How many people would stop you.
Everyone. That's how many.
You don't have to suffer in silence any longer
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