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Blades

by caitybug98

Roses are bloody and red, Violets are blue and crying, I used a blade as sharp as my shattered heart, And now they say that I'm dying.
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I am bipolar, I have PTSD, and I have depression. I am a suicidal hypocrite telling other people that it isn't the answer. And writing is my escape from reality. Staying Strong Always And Forever.

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Mafi Grey
<p>Wow, I like this one. Something spoke to me, maybe real truth or maybe the thought and passion it took to put these words down. Thanks for letting me get the chance to read this, as you write longer and more: you tend to need to read others work to get inspired to do more interesting things, that alone you couldn't had though of by yourself.</p>

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