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Apr 2018
I am lost soul
No where to go
Darkness all around
Like the cuts on my skin
The blade sits before me mocking me
i need it i want it
i long to see my skin swell and bleed
i slowly take the blade
First cut will be my last
As i cut into my vein
My blood drips
i dont scream or cry
My Final Cut kills me tonight
Damien Carmer
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Damien Carmer  15/M/Lost in thought
(15/M/Lost in thought)   
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