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Jul 2020
Stop telling me it’ll be alright
It won’t
I found a metal flashlight
It had sharp points at the end
I dug it into my hand as hard as I could
Rotating with every breath
All my anger was put into my
Hand
The pain disappeared
I dug it deeper
I looked at the markings
They meant nothing to me
I just wished they had been worse
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Fry  20/M
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     Capella, Imran Islam, izzn, Ayesha, Sushant and 1 other
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