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For all of you that worry about me, I'm getting better you see, no more hiding anything new, always making better chocies, throwing away the past mastakes, that I coverd with my pain, no more knives no more pain, everything I do will always stay.
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May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 12:37 PM UTC
All of you
For all of you that worry about me, I'm getting better you see, no more hiding anything new, always making better chocies, throwing away the past mastakes, that I coverd with my pain, no more knives no more pain, everything I do will always stay.
kittyhart
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May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 12:37 PM UTC
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