Cutting poem
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Last published Wed, Jan 28, 2015
Guys if any of you cut and/or thinking or committing suicide. Don't. I know it's. Not as easy as that but just think of all the good times you've had and all the good times you will have. Imagine how ripped apart your family and friends will be.
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