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May 2016
instead of dragging
a knife across my wrist,
iΒ grab a pen,
hoping that
maybe the ink
will seep into my skin
and **** me anyway
If you ever see me with ink all over my skin but I say I'm okay, I'm lying.
Meg
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Meg  In my thoughts
(In my thoughts)   
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   jules, NV, Alex Rubio, --- and cgembry
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