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May 2016
I stood in front of the mirror and slit my wrists. I let the blood flow instead of the tears. I looked at the girl in the mirror who held the blade to her heart as if it was the only thing she had ever loved that had loved her back.
Queen-Midas
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Queen-Midas  16/F/KSA
(16/F/KSA)   
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