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Jul 2014
When the tears are the hilight of your day
And the blade in your hand is your only friend.
The blood dripping off your arm is your ink
And the skin is your paper
You truly know then
You are not living
Even if your heart is beating
Ur only breathing
Written by
Maris Jayne Weathers  Elgin, IL
(Elgin, IL)   
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   ---, --- and Ariel Baptista
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