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Suicidal Poems

Suicidal Poems

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I'm sorry, but I need help. Suicide is the only thing I think about. I cut myself, and stab myself, and just fuck myself up. This is some of the poetry I have written about the horrible person I am. I know it's depressing, and I know that not all of it is clear, but please enjoy it, and just post some inspirational comments or something, alright?
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