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Stab in the side
                    Make me cry
        Stab in the foot
                     Yes, it hurt
     Bruises on my arms
              Don't be alarmed
         Cuts on my wrist
                    Add it to the list
          Burned my chest
               Definitely not the best
                                Lies on the side
                                    Laws to abide
           Tonight I'll die
With a ****** knife at my side
Last night I was in pain
I cut my crushes' name onto my stomach
I tried hanging myself
on 2/11/25
and my friend reported me
to the administrators
and I tried the lifeline
they couldn't help
My friend got suspended
For writing a nasty email
She told him things
And they did it
After school
In his bedroom
And they keep going
What about me?
I'm part of your relationship too
You're dating me
Not him
Why
Why
Why
The weeds in our garden
Grew as fast as the pile
Of your unreplied letters
Such a sad race to behold...
REPOST. Written in sep/24.
The meaning of creative breath.
No one sees them,
they're the source of oxygen.
They nourish with thoughts,
symbols, and visions.
Don't ignore it.
What flows through us
is beyond us, and next to us.
There's something bout this place,
America, rolling plains and jagged peaks,
Skies of stars drifting in my gaze.

Europe has history,
But we have soul,
No where's better for me,
Than America's portion of the seas.

Whether or not we're falling apart,
This landscape is beyond mere art,
After all, we all came here to make dreams,
Not for the perfect life,
But one we'll remember when it ends.
Home
I tried suicide
Mom didn't like it that much
I'm better off dead
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