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I am left alone hours at a time.
No-one knows how I am killing myself in my mind.

My mind is full of wepons that my brain often uses against me.

My wepons stab my every so often.
It just feels like today is one of those days.

One of those days that my mind wants to take another stab

A/N: it's ivy again plz comment vote, enjoy!!!!!

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