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I lay down a tarp and start looking at how sharp you are. The moment I look down. Down onto the floor turning my face into a frown. Scissors is all I have The scars prove that I only have one best friend. I wish they didn’t hurt
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Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 3:07 PM UTC
Scissors
I lay down a tarp and start looking at how sharp you are. The moment I look down. Down onto the floor turning my face into a frown. Scissors is all I have The scars prove that I only have one best friend. I wish they didn’t hurt
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Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 3:07 PM UTC
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