16th of November

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I'm sorry.

I did it again.

I told you not to worry.

I lied to my best friend.

The razors were so close when everything felt so far,

I'm sorry if I'm forcing you to watch me fall apart.

I don't really have to valid reason to.

Just sometimes all my feelings build up.

I will fix my promise with you.

That promise that I broke the day when I first cut.

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