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Nov 2015
Sometimes I ask myself why. Why am I here when all I want to do is slice my ******* wrists open and watch the blood poor out. I want to show the people who hurt me how much they did. But. I simply can't. I cant bring myself to hurt them as they have hurt me. I can't slice my wrist. No matter how much I want to. I feel so guilty. I want to but I can't. It's an endless cycle and their is nothing I can do about it.
Amanda O'Brien
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Amanda O'Brien  Kettering, Ohio
(Kettering, Ohio)   
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