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Cutting

by agony-of-depression

I will rip my veins apart and then my mind will be at peace for a while My wrist will pour blood I need it to bleed or bead I am counting the seconds till this can happen 5..4..3..2..1.. I am now content with the results but I'm getting dizzy I can hear sirens the sound is getting stronger is it coming for me? (lcb)
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#suicide#cutting#sad#depression#death#depressed#die#help#me#suicidal#kill#selfharm#scars#blade#cuts#scar#cutter#selfharmer#selfinjury#sh#si#wrist#knife
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