self mutilation

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My father and I are one in the same; according to some.  He hates math, me too,  but I believe there are more similarities than not. After all we have been through and got. Medications, prescriptions,
Dear Love
Darling Darling
Feeling alone and cast off tears flow Black eyeliner stains my pale face I turn to my best of friends The straight edge razor blade  
I tried to write poetry on my wrist but the blood spread and smeared and now I can't read a thing.
the tears erode my heart as the colorodo carved a canyon my life it fell apart when you died myself my faith abandoned
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