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8-7-14

i remember it as if it was yesterday.

it was my first my of school...

not knowing a soul...

 

I got on my bus,

immediatly people stared..

 

once again the only white girl on the bus.

dont get me wrong i love black people...

 

immeditly i fell for this guy...

later this day...

he punched me...

LET ME OUT

I CAN STILL FEEL THE TRAUMA EVERYDAY..

*FLASBACK*

BLOOD ALL DOWN MY ARMS!

I THOUGHT IT WAS love

*BAM*

WAKES UP FROM A NEVER ENDING DREAM

1

2

3

BY THE TIME I GET TO FOUR...

I WOULD BE HOME WITH MY RAZOR...

IM SORRY...

4

CUTS ALL DOWN MY ARMS.

FEELING A SENSATION...

5

PASSED OUT ON THE FLOOR

PRAYING FOR MY LIFE

WANNA HEAR A SECRET?

IF YOU  WANT ME TO STOP

STOP BULLYING ME.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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