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Sep 2013
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laying on my bed for the whole day
not knowing what time is it
just holding a sharp metal
and slicing it down on my skin
while the blood oozes
i remember what they said
"*****" "fat" "useless"
did i do something wrong
well, yes
the mistake i've done
is being alive
now i know the reason
the reason why i'm doing this
no one cares and no one loves me
mp
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