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I am suicide.
 I made her cut her wrist.
I told her lies
I let the blood drip.
I caused her feel rejected. 
She believed everything I told her.
But, I changed.
I am healing.
I took the knife.
 I told her positive things.
I cleaned her wounds.
Dried her tears.
I helped her forgive herself.
I am now...
 Somebody.
Living right.
Preparing the way for my dreams.
Inspiring people and changing lives.
I CAN.
I am.
Kaylee.
 

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