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May 2014
We are just scared children.
Who don't understand why were in this world.
we have the blade in our hands.
and the scars on our wrists, from previous hurtings.
Sometimes we just need to let go.
One cut.
Two cuts.
Three cuts.
God only knows when we'll stop
maybe when were dead?
Winter Ace
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Winter Ace  allendale
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