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Oct 2013
I tried to mend the wounds you made,
But they're deeply cut and will not fade
Fingers stuck down my throat,
And pills sit next to my death note,
Anger,fear,sadness, and more,
I don't know how much pain i can endure,
"It'll just be one" i tell myself,
But soon the razor has cut more than i can even count
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