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August 25, 2009
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The depression,
it takes over.
The fake smile,
it gets harder.
The pain,
it kills.
The sting,
it feels great.
The blood,
it is bright.
I tried to stop with all I had.
I gave in.
Everything was jadded,
and now the stress has faded.
Why did I do this?
Someone please help me.

I can't do this anymore.





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