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Nobody knows the real me. No one knows how many times I cried in my room when no one was looking. No one knows how many times I lost hope, how many times I was pushed down. No one knows how many times I felt as if about to break, but I did not do it for the sake of others. No one knows the thoughts that are in my head when I am sad, as they really are awful. No One. Does not know. Me.