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Cuts on my wrists hands curled into fists will i even be missed Writing a note i wrote i love you and it wasn't your fault That's a lie i want to die and its partly your fault I can't tell you that so i Sit and i cry Why do i Live like this Will i even be missed
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May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC
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Cuts on my wrists hands curled into fists will i even be missed Writing a note i wrote i love you and it wasn't your fault That's a lie i want to die and its partly your fault I can't tell you that so i Sit and i cry Why do i Live like this Will i even be missed
I am not in a good place anymore I don't want to be here!
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16/M/Uk
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC
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