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Nothing

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LECTURAS 39
Votos 2
Partes 1
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A/N: I know i said i wasn't going ro write anything, but i just wanted to write one thing down. Idrk? Anyways enjoy i guess?
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Friend: Omg, what happened? How are you bleeding?
Me: (points at razor/blade)
Friend: Wow that caused all this blood?!
Me: No...
Friend: What, then what did?
Me: 
Words
People
Places
My thoughts 
My actions
Me being alive
Depression
Music
Television
Magazines
Family
Teachers
Name practically anything
That is whatcaused all this blood.Todos los derechos reservados

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