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i cut  when i'm sad or nervous it makes me  happy and melts my 
I am… I am a poet. Overwhelming, destructive thoughts. She said write. So I wrote. She said don’t paint your skin red.
I sit in school with my head down and my ear buds in. It's October, and it's still in the mid-eighties most of the time, but I have to wear sweatshirts... I have lots of cuts running up and down my wrists… I can't get enough. I sulk so badly.
What happened to that little baby that gigged at the little things What happened to that baby girl who smiled at her family What happened to that little smile
7/14/13 Every day In every way Every person Earns their stripe   Whether struggle Or battle lost Risen up Or falling down   Every step
The razor is picked up
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