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Sep 2019
I've held the blade in my hand
I have not cut myself.
I don't know how you care so much.
I love me.
I may hate myself
And view all of this as my fault
But I know
Deep down
I love me.
And that is what i will need one day
Bede
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Bede  20/Agender/The Valley, Franklin
(20/Agender/The Valley, Franklin)   
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