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I found a new way to stop my pain.
I started cutting my wrists.
It feels so good.
Every time I see you with your girlfriend.
I do one more cut on my wrists.
Each time I think of my love for you.
I do one more cut.
Every time I feel broken because of you.
I do one more cut.
Every time I cut I want to die.
And it is all because of you.
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