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I have a problem.

You never knew about it.

I hated keeping secrets,

But I was scared,

To make you sad.

I kept it to myself,

I'm dying inside.

These cuts I have,

Were keeping me alive,

Yet it was slowly and painfully,

Killing me softly.

Please,




Save me.

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