Pleas

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Every time someone hurts her,

Her blade cuts deeper and deeper.

If she keeps this up,

I won't get to keep her.

I love her so much,

I'm not sure what to do.

Baby, if you're listening,

You've got to know I love you.

Stop doing this, please.

You're not just hurting you.

When you press that blade to your skin,

You're hurting me too.

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