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Do you remember?When we first met?or when you promised to be there?how about when I believed you,or the day you didn’t care?I still ask myself &..
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When I cut, I am my own tattooistI dont do it to dieI cut to show myself thatsome scars are physical butmost are notI know each scar personallyI can t..
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“I will be fine” I saynot believing it for a secondyou give me ‘that look’I should have known you would hear the lieYou slowly..
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Put down the bladeand pick up the penThe scars will fadethe pain, who knows when..It’s hot outside,yet I wear a jumper;“I’m cold&rdq..
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