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by quick&painless May 26, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
One cut, two cuts, three cuts, four. She passes out on the bathroom floor. Five cuts, six cuts, seven cuts, eight. Don't try to save her, you're too late. Nine cuts, ten cuts, eleven cuts, twelve. She's finally left her living hell
by Lost2Life
Nice job.