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Oct 2013
he saw the new scars on my wrist.
his face was puzzled,
he looked so worried and confused
he said, "promise me you won't do it again,"
but i couldn't,
i couldn't look him in the eye
and promise
because i knew
i'd break that promise
again
-b.m
Brooke
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Brooke  california
(california)   
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