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To all those who cut


To all those who cut I see your arms all cut up and red and I have a million questions going on in my head. How can I help you? What can I do to, let you know I am here for you? Cutting is an outlet and is what you do to keep the pain inside away from you Why must you cut? I guess its an addiction, but Jesus is the only perscription He will heal your hurt and take the scars away He will give you hope for another day Don't lose hope and let the pain flood in,but let the loving Savior in. I know these things don't heal over night but please stay strong it will be alright
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