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why? why did I do it? why did I start what I stopped? why did I think of the things I shouldn't have thought? so there I was, blade in my hand, getting ready to cut again you ask me why? why is it that out of everything, the cutting is the thing I find? I know its hard to hide, but I don't mind the pain is the thing I need I feel the pain again as I bleed I need something I can control please don't call me a fool I know I relapsed but telling you was the only thing I could do
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC
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why? why did I do it? why did I start what I stopped? why did I think of the things I shouldn't have thought? so there I was, blade in my hand, getting ready to cut again you ask me why? why is it that out of everything, the cutting is the thing I find? I know its hard to hide, but I don't mind the pain is the thing I need I feel the pain again as I bleed I need something I can control please don't call me a fool I know I relapsed but telling you was the only thing I could do
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC
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