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I see you holding that sharp utensil looking at yourself thinking untrue you're in tears crying saying, "who really cares" you look again you're in so much pain but why why are you doing such a thing your heads saying don't do it but you can't help but think just a bit your arm is worse than before you scream the pain more don't do it the scars all over your body terrible mis'rable visible it's not worth it stop don't do it - bcdh
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Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 10:41 PM UTC
don't do it
I see you holding that sharp utensil looking at yourself thinking untrue you're in tears crying saying, "who really cares" you look again you're in so much pain but why why are you doing such a thing your heads saying don't do it but you can't help but think just a bit your arm is worse than before you scream the pain more don't do it the scars all over your body terrible mis'rable visible it's not worth it stop don't do it - bcdh
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Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 10:41 PM UTC
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