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Oct 2014
Picture
You  sent me running into the night
taking my painted picture with a twist,
blood bleeding down my wrist.
My painted picture had a twist
My paint brush; a razor
My canvas: my wrist
#self-harm
Izzy
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Izzy  18/F
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