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Aug 2013
she has nobody to talk to
she has only music as a friend
she has scars on her thighs
and she has fresh cuts on her ankles

she is sad and alone
she is standing at the edge of the cliff
she is beginning to see nothing but death
and she is creeping closer to the end
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Ty
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Ty  Canada
(Canada)   
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