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Mar 6
Things are much worse I presume
I cried a bit, cut a bit, and promised that I swear
It won't happen again

But I slipped again you see
I messed up and the blade went right to my hand
Like a magnet

There was a bit of blood not much I swear
But there were a lot of tears even so

So I guess today I cried a bit, cut a bit,
And broke a promise
Ella Mclaughlin
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Ella Mclaughlin  15/Other/Wonderland
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