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Sep 2018
I read the text and then blocked you
then I picked up a blade and put it to my wrist
I see my phone ringing its my sister
I pick up and set down the blade
I picked a marker and made the lines on my arm
the lines i was going to make with you
Maybe a different day
Written by
Mya Baertlein  20/F/Wisconsin
(20/F/Wisconsin)   
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