Poetry For Self Harmers

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It started with a name,

Then along came my tears,

It didn't take me long,

To develop all of my fears,

One fear I don't have.

Is putting a slit on my wrist,

Blades held,

In my tightly clenched fist,

But my day will come,

Where I am going to shine like a star,

They will regret,

Giving me each scar,

No more taunting,

No more tears,

With my true friends help,

I will forget,

All of my fears.

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