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It's just a silly little poem about rabbits!
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Everyone sees me,
as beautiful, intelligent, thin and healthy.
I see myself differently,
when I look in the mirrior.
I see myself,
as a person ..
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As I closed my eyes,I see Death.A cloak covers me,a cloak that hides all the scars.The cloak is made from tears and blood.Scars that nobody sees but m..
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Dear whoever,As I write a goodbye,I wish the rest the best,though my time has comedoesn't mean yours should.You keep on going,while I keep on dying.Yo..
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I hold my weapon,weapon of choice.There's blood on the blade ,blood from my cuts.I run my finger down the blade ,making a cut,not yet deep,but it blee..
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With a blade in my hands,I press it against my wrist,hoping for the endbut the end has not yet arrived.The pain is wanted and needed.Pressing the blad..
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I hold in my hands death,in the forum of a knife.I let the knife,cut into my skinand let the blood run,run down my arms and legstil it finally stops!
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THis poem is not a lie. I really do feel this way
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Fightingall around,nonstop yelling, screaming.Hitting and kicking,bruises to show.Families seperate,some return together,others do not.
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No matter how much I wanna give in,I won't for you and me,will stay strong.Even though it is hard,hard to hold on,I will do it.I wanna give up,but I k..
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