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by Jackielynn Oct 17, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
All alone once again sitting in her room trying to find a way to face her fears slitting her wrists to feel freedom before she feels death start to creep up on her still alive she says to herself as she's walking out of her room with the fake smile upon her face little does her family know that underneath that long sleeved sweater are many slits and words she carved upon her skin