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Cutting

Cutting, cutting, cutting Blood is everywhere It doesn’t hurt one single bit So why should anyone care Cutting, cutting, cutting Bed clothes soaked with blood They say to stop, they really do I just wish that I could Cutting, cutting, cutting Is there really a way to stop? I wish there was, I don’t wanna die Please, please help me stop! Cutting, Cutting, Cutting! Here! Take my knife away! I have made the decision to stop this junk, And I am stopping it today!

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Date: 1/4/2009 5:14:00 PM
I understand what you're going through cause I cut too. . It will eventually get better. .
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