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A self harm story maybe (tringer) say what
When you first cut
All you feel is the blood falling down your arm
So be alarmed you will find the pain addtive
so be predtive as you dont know how bad you will cut next
you hate your self you hate what you become
your blades are always on your mind
how can you step out an say you need Help please help
no there to help you no to tell your ok you keep your secreat locked up in side
you feeling like your no part of the world no more you want to step out and say what about me why cant you help me why cant you solve it for me it not going to happen no one will help you
you feel your self slip away from life from every oh why cant i stop turning to lose bladed i have scars all over why cant they stop why cant i get a grip i need a slap around the face
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