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Jan 2018
I don't know, ever since, I remember, when I'd hurt myself
Didn't really pay attention to the pain, I wouldn't ask for help
I didn't believe in talking to people, for what could they do?
Time and time again, my belief is proving itself true.

I don't know, I'm so tired, why won't anyone believe?
Is there any hope? Where is help? Can I truely reveal
My perspective, my suicidal tendencies, the way I feel?
Who can I turn to that's human who can rescue me?
Asominate
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Asominate  21/Guyana, South America
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