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Oct 2013
i created wounds,
i went back to my old habits
i took out that blade,
i released it all
i did it,
i did it again
its been a half a year,
i wish it was sooner

i may have cut myself,
i may have scars
but nothing compares to my broken heart
apathy
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apathy  usa
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