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May 2014
I cut

Don't judge

I like to board

It's my escape from reality

I have secretly tried sucide three times

Once with a rope

But there was nothing to hang from

Once with some pills

But I just received a bad headache

Once with a razor and my flesh

But I'm still here

Why am I still here

I only have music

I only have boarding

I'm done
True
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Shhhhhh
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