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Jun 28
I cut my wrists again
Then blame it on the drink
I look at the scars every now and then
But I don't know what to think
See the blood keep dripping
All down my arm
Thoughts keep slipping
From happiness to harm
Just want the pain to all go away
Hope the blood will stop spilling
One day
Thomas Burge
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Thomas Burge  22/M/England
(22/M/England)   
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