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Aug 2020
tw self harm, suicide

no one's coming to save you

you're going to mark red on your wrist

no one will know

you're going to beg to give up your life

no one will care

you're going to wither until all you are is a shell

no one will notice

they're not coming to save you

they don't care

they won't ask about the scars

they won't know you no longer cry

they don't want to see your pain

no one's coming

they won't save you if you try
Written by
Empire  21/F/Sol III
(21/F/Sol III)   
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