Dear Diary
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She likes to paint with a brush and a canvas,
although nobody knows that her brush is a blade,
and her canvas is her wrist.
I am that girl.
The girl who likes to paint with her blade and wrist,
the girl who's too quiet to get help,
the girl whom feels all alone.
Will I get better? Will I stop painting?
I honestly couldn't answer, but I know one thing;
I will be strong and fight till the end.
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