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Faint is the word "body" In this little white box. Faint are the slices Across my wrist. Faint are the scars Left by my unforgiving choices. Faint are the thoughts That made me do it. Faint, they are, But not me. I am not faint. I am strong.
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 1:23 AM UTC
Body
Faint is the word "body" In this little white box. Faint are the slices Across my wrist. Faint are the scars Left by my unforgiving choices. Faint are the thoughts That made me do it. Faint, they are, But not me. I am not faint. I am strong.
stayingadri
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 1:23 AM UTC
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