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Apr 2013
For you,
I won't.
I won't do it.
But that doesn't mean I won't
Think about it in my mind.
My friends,
They're disappearing.
Funny,
I refer to them as "friends"
But they're here for me.
But why do they
Leave?
Friends shouldn't leave.
That's not how friendship works.

I guess that why this friendship
Won't work.
By the way, by "friends" I mean the cuts in my wrist, not my actually friends who support me, I love y'all.
R
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