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Another cut, another scar, another burn Her mum is not far, she cries and cries and cries looking at the cuts on her thighs. She feels like a failure, mumbling "i must of been blind" a flashback of the abuse entered her mind. Was it all my fault? Could I of stopped the first kiss? or was this fate? no. I deserved this.
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Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 11:21 AM UTC
Failure
Another cut, another scar, another burn Her mum is not far, she cries and cries and cries looking at the cuts on her thighs. She feels like a failure, mumbling "i must of been blind" a flashback of the abuse entered her mind. Was it all my fault? Could I of stopped the first kiss? or was this fate? no. I deserved this.
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Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 11:21 AM UTC
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