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natirey7

Published: Apr 10, 2011

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Stop me. Stop me.
Stop me from hurting.
Help me. Help me.
Help me to quit.
Cry for me.
Scream at me.
Laugh for me.
Help me. Stop me.
No.
You can't.

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no one can help me with me cutting.
no matter what they do, ill keep doing it.
I hate it

--edit--
i stopped cutting awhile go. just going back through deviations..

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freedomforwildheart

Oct 9, 2011

I like it. well written and so truuuue.

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