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She speaks to me when I cut my skin She speaks to me from far within Before the blade slits my wrists, she reminds me what if . What if one day.......... one day you could be the light of others life but more importantly your own. What if one day you wanted not to take your own life but ro five to others . What if one day you could see soul d connecint before you rather than the heatless saved you have before. What if one day you found beauty not from the blood running from your leg but from the jalediscpe of humanity itself What if one daub I was you and she was her and y o u we re free,,,,,,,,,,
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Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
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She speaks to me when I cut my skin She speaks to me from far within Before the blade slits my wrists, she reminds me what if . What if one day.......... one day you could be the light of others life but more importantly your own. What if one day you wanted not to take your own life but ro five to others . What if one day you could see soul d connecint before you rather than the heatless saved you have before. What if one day you found beauty not from the blood running from your leg but from the jalediscpe of humanity itself What if one daub I was you and she was her and y o u we re free,,,,,,,,,,
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Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
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