sorry

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By KristenAlger

im sorry, its not my fault it really helps to let it bleed it drips down my arm i have a tear for every cut the blood it helps to make me good i slit my wrists to say i hate this this world sucks nobody loves me! i ask nyself why do cry? and then i ansewer i dont know... after all im not afraid of dying

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