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Her Masterpiece is her Story

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This is about a girl who every one thinks is "fine" but she has a secret. She cuts. She finds cutting as a form of bliss. So this is my first real poem that I've acually tried on soo, yeah.All Rights Reserved

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Her Masterpiece is her Story
Sat, Jan 3, 2015

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