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Oct 2014
Slitting her wrists was a cry for help
a very faint whimper
she watched as the blood dropped freely onto her lap
splashing against her tan skin
waiting to feel "okay" again
but this time she didn't
she cut until she felt weak
weaker
weaker
....
gone
your girl b
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your girl b  NYC
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   Zainab K, Dreiliece and Tark Wain
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