Cuts 'Emo Poem'
By: foreveralone_ x
Me r since Feb 2012
Pa z Jul 24, 2
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a weird girl
clored... Wing 'r' life.
frien
C) alone an my wrist, lie a knife. Anything sharp i use,
oak my sheets in blood.
Like with how deep my cuts go,
the red liquid streams like a flood.
Sam
e pretty,
ye such a . ed mind.
honestly it . just because pretty and always kind,
meant mean . cut?
I mean i know cut.
ific) u' d been . derpthrough.
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