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What am I to do? I can't just tell them out of the blue. When they don't understand, My blade in hand. Hidden from view, The urge to cut grew. It was an escape, Cutting in a specific shape. Hidden away in my room. What would they assume? My emotions are wild in a zoo What am I to do?
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Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC
What am I to do
What am I to do? I can't just tell them out of the blue. When they don't understand, My blade in hand. Hidden from view, The urge to cut grew. It was an escape, Cutting in a specific shape. Hidden away in my room. What would they assume? My emotions are wild in a zoo What am I to do?
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Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC
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