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Feb 2015
It's 3 am and she can't sleep,
Tears run down her face,
Her thoughts consume her.
If only she could save herself from her constant emotional drowning,
If only someone gave a ****.
Maybe then she wouldn't have to put that blade to her skin.
Chloe Nicole
Written by
Chloe Nicole  Lewiston.
(Lewiston.)   
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