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Oct 2014
I’ve got so much to tell the world
Like Lucy it’s not your fault I cut
Or Lauren of course I ate today
I’m ****** up I’ve accepted it
No use crying over me
Can’t you see?
I’d be happier up in the sky
Away from the pain and fears
Drifting through the clouds
Floating away from all the pain
Can’t you see I cut deeper after a fight
It’s all my fault
I’m worthless
I should die
But I won’t
Would anyone even notice?
If I faded away
Stopped breathing
Would they?
So I don't know what to call this poem, anybody want to suggest a title?
Abigail
Written by
Abigail  20/F/Ireland
(20/F/Ireland)   
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   effaced, Kika, Shae Jean and Juneau
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