Hand To Hold

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Please don't hate,
Please don't criticize,
You wouldn't realize your mistake.
For what you don't know,
Is I slit my wrist,
As soon as I go home.
With each cut that I make,
I hate myself more,
Oh please just take me away.
I'm just so done,
I'm broken once more,
Everything crashes when I'm left alone.
And what you won't realize,
Until I am gone,
Is all that I needed,
Was a hand to hold...

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