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Mar 2014
my life was hell
theres no way i would tell.
i pick up the knife
thinking about ending my life.
i mean, whats the use
im confused
pain
hopelessness
blood
i put the knife to my arm
thinking of doing any harm
i could end my life now
so im thinking of ways how.
P.D
pam
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pam  18/F/Norfolk
(18/F/Norfolk)   
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