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Aug 2013
I see you
holding that sharp utensil
looking at yourself thinking
untrue
you're in tears
crying
saying, "who really cares"
you look again
you're in so much pain
but why
why are you doing such a thing
your heads saying
don't do it
but you can't help but think
just a bit
your arm is worse than before
you scream the pain
more
don't do it
the scars all over your body
terrible
mis'rable
visible
it's not worth it
stop
don't do it
- bcdh
Written by
Bernice Hernandez
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