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Found
October 20, 2014
Alone. In a dark cold room.
I sit there in hope of a savior.
I wait cold, alone, hungry, and nothing happens.
I wait as the blood slowly flows from my wrist, my arms, and my thighs.
Soon she came and saved me only to break me once
Although scars have healed, barely visible, I soon add more.
This time deeper.
As the blood is flowing, I sit and cry.
Alone in this dark room in a corner.
She walked over and helped me.
Not hurting me, not letting me down.
She's my new gurdian angel and forever will be.
© Anonymous
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