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I cut my wrists again. I bruised my thighs. I pulled my hair. I attempted suicide. I slept all day to keep the pain away. And pretended I was fine. But all you ever heard was Im tired.
victor
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I cut my wrists again. I bruised my thighs. I pulled my hair. I attempted suicide. I slept all day to keep the pain away. And pretended I was fine. But all you ever heard was Im tired.