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Dec 2013
Five months is a lot when you count how long ago you dragged a blade across your skin.  I have not felt that release I used to feel for a while now. I have relapsed a few times, but not enough for enough pain to cover up my pain.

I hide myself from everyone, including myself. I do not open up to anyone anymore. I pretend to be fine, when in reality I just want a hug. I got help, but I'm just getting worse. They all say that I'm finally getting better, but little do they know I'm just getting better at hiding my pain.

I want someone to see that I'm not ok.  I want someone to tell me it is going to be ok. I want that person. Please come quickly... My time is running out.

Am I okay?
SomeSuicidalGirl
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SomeSuicidalGirl  In my own little world
(In my own little world)   
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   Gabriel, --- and Ariel Taverner
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