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Jul 2017
She cut herself,
Yet again,  they asked
"Why would she do that? "

She,  who suffered
She,  who damaged
She,  who injured

She,  who need to know that,
Loving herself is a must,
That her live is precious,
That she is who she is,  
For a reason.

God doesn't make us
Solely for us to hurt ourselves,
Or hurt others.  
God made us,  
So we can be who we are.  

Love yourself,  
Embrace your flaws,
Strive to be better,
But not too stressful,
To the extend that,  
Death is the only answer.
Written by
Mel
235
   Madeon
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