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Oct 2014
the slits on the wrist make pits void of flesh that is now ripped. **** whats happened to kids. instead of opening vanes open your heart and pour it out to someone you trust. i express this with your best interest in mind find someone who’s ears are funnels and let your soul out. cuts on the wrist won’t release you from these demons that taunt you it will only further haunt you.
matt
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