My suicide Poem

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One cut

Two cuts..

The lines start too form

Three cuts

Four cuts

Shit its getting everywhere

Five cuts

Six cuts

There getting deeper

Seven cuts

Eight cuts

It feels great

Nine cuts

Ten cuts

Now go on way past ten ...

Cause I was lying when I promised I'd never cut again...

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