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Mar 2014
She cut her wrists
She hid the scars
In hope no one would pull her sleeve up
But one day, they did.
But they did not care.
They thought it was for attention.
But what they didn't know:
She had been hiding those cuts for five years.
Five agonizing years.



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   Theia Gwen
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