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I hold in my hands... The mean things people say to me Each one cutting me Bit by bit Like paper cuts Not doing much damage on there own But all together creating a deep ****
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Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 2:28 PM UTC
Paper Cuts
I hold in my hands... The mean things people say to me Each one cutting me Bit by bit Like paper cuts Not doing much damage on there own But all together creating a deep ****
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Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 2:28 PM UTC
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