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A poem on cutting, I know this is a sore subject for some people but I want to just say that I cut. I know some people look down upon it but you really shouldn't its some peoples ways of getting frustration, sadness, and all emotions out. It helps you. But what really does help, is putting down the razor and doing something else. Writing this poem made me realize that I don't need to cut to feel better!! All I did was write this poem and paint and I felt better already, my urge to cut dissolved and I feel like myself again. I don't want to be depressed and I know mostly all of you out there who feel like this too feel like your in despair and can't find a way out but trust me, THERE IS!! There's people willing to sacrifice themselves just for you!!! I'm lucky to have a amazing boyfriend and amazing friends who help me if I'm depressed and give in to my urges and from this day foreword I swear I will try my hardest to never hurt myself again just because of them. So don't give in. Fight
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