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Attempted Suicide of a Cutter

I can't make sense of this head of mine I feel hopeless, running out of time I should've died, my only wish I just don't understand all of this why does God want me to live I'm alone, I have nothing to give scars of white, tears of red I can't make sense of this head cuts break open, mouth gone dry I don't get it, I should've died.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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