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May 2017
For all of you that worry about me,
I'm getting better you see,
no more hiding anything new,
always making better chocies,
throwing away the past mastakes,
that I coverd with my pain,
no more knives no more pain,
everything I do will always stay.
kitty hart
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kitty hart  17/F
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