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May 2018
I harm my body

I can still hear the sound of my fist hitting metal
And I still remember the fleeting way I would look around making sure no one saw

I can still smell the sweetness of my blood as it drips
And feel my skin as it splits in two

I harm my self in many ways
Some that I can't even explain
May/ 25/ 8:23PM/ 2018/ 14 years old
Raven
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Raven  15/F/Hell
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       No one, ---, Salmabanu Hatim, arra and AAron Roz
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