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Jan 2014
Her hands tremble
As the temptation conquers her mind
She grabbed anything sharp
That she could find

Go, do it.
Said the voices in her head
She listens and cuts
Wishing she was dead

Blood stained wrist
Blood stained sheets
Are all she sees
But now her mind is at ease
Relapsed the other day and felt like relapsing today but I wrote this instead to stop me from doing it again.

/drdc/
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