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Mar 2015
Maybe I like the pain
I cause myself, the
scars left behind are what
bother me.
My soul is what someone
would call "desolation"
I'm empty but living
with emotions that really
mean nothing.
Sometimes I don't know
what to do with all this
gloom.
At times I get so tired
of not feeling anything and the
only way to feel is to cut.
Paulette Martinez
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Paulette Martinez  21/F/Texas
(21/F/Texas)   
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