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Jun 2015
one cut, two cuts, three cuts, four
maybe just a couple more
five cuts, six cuts, seven cuts, eight
now it's just a little too late.
i wasn't seeking death, but i also didn't fear it
i tried to tell mom but she said it was *******
things are blurry now, i can't walk in one lane
i promise it wasn't to **** myself
it was just to **** the pain
Grace Smith
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Grace Smith  Louisiana
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