ITA Poem by Beatrice MarsHmpfMy arms f*****g HURT Because I f*****g cut them. That was pretty S**t.
And now I hate myself even more (Because I told you) Because I'm writing about IT And IT f*****g HURTS (Which was pretty much the point)
And I hate myself even more, Because I'm writing this, I'm the person I hate. F*****G emo.
I f*****g HATE myself, (That's why I did it, Duh) For telling you, So I did IT again. It's a f*****g VICIOUS CYCLE
And I don't understand. (That's why I did IT)
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3 Reviews Added on March 11, 2010 Last Updated on March 11, 2010 AuthorBeatrice MarsUnited KingdomAboutI'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..Writing
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