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Jul 2014
I cut my wrists and laugh when the blood pours out.
I slit my wrist because I feel as though that's the only way out.
Bleeding is a ****** sensation that I must feel.
My wounds are so deep they will never heal.
I'm truly wicked.
I'm deviant and twisted.
I'm on a crooked path.
I'm losing my sanity fast.
Jena Juel
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Jena Juel  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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