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Jul 2015
Get Out
My blood is made of the words you've said,
and the things you've done to me.
I keep cutting to release the memories,
but you won't come out, no mater how deep I go.


(d.d.b)
#cutting #sad #self-harm
Delaney
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   keaoss, LB Parker and its gonna make sense
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