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Feb 2015
I cut  my wrist,
           to feel alive,
I skip meals,
           to feel pretty,
I drink whiskey,
           to feel flushed,
I stay up night,
           to feel the dark,


But I can't tell ,
if I'm even,
feeling at all.
And I just don't see a reason in even trying anymore,
Or talking,
Or breathing,
I'm just so done.
FallenAngel93
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FallenAngel93  north Carolina
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