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Jul 2015
I'm so full of self hate
I've attempted suicide.
When they asked me about my cuts
All I did was lie.
Blamed it on the cat
Said that he's just a brat
They believed me for a little while
Then they realized I carried a fake smile
When the cuts got deeper
I got sleepier
Could never really sleep
So then I would cut deep
I loved the sight of my blood
It's my drug
This a story about my life in poetry form. Hope you enjoy.
Darlene Chavez
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Darlene Chavez  18/F/Indiana
(18/F/Indiana)   
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