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May 2014
My wrists show my pain,
Yet you still laugh, and think I'm insane?
My razor is bloodied,
My skin so badly sullied.
Blood runs down my arms,
I can see where I carved.

If I died right now,
would anyone care how?
Madison
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Madison  Hell
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   Arcassin B, --- and Joshua Haines
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