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Oct 2015
you
You cut your wrists
You say its bliss

You slice your thigh
And wish you were high

You hide the cuts
Nothing can be done

You **** the gun
But fail and run

You were found
Passed out on the ground

You were saved
Sewn up and laced

You thank the boy who found you
Youd be dead without him

But if only you knew...
He went through it too.
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