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Roses are red: a self harm poem

Roses are red, violets are blue, They say it's addicting now I know that it's true   But the roses are wilting the flowers are dead   My hands are shaking and my hips are lined red
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TheMostOptimisticPessimist
25 / F
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Written by
TheMostOptimisticPessimist
25 / F
Published
Aug 7, 2016
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4·35
Tags
#cutting#depression#anxiety#help#selfharm#projectbutterfly
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