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horrible past


I know i messed up in the past, everything was my fault, everyday i sat in the room 

crying my face off, i couldn't stop hurting my family, i lost my mother so  i got worse

11 yrs old i started cutting habit never stopped, 15 8th grade stopped cutting finally,

16 9th grade feel like i am suffering. need some help can't control myself,

i cry in my room letting go of the pain. i sob. when i was in fifth grade cuffed.

9th grade i went to c.o.c. use to run off with knifes jumped out windows at night

slit my wrist my foot my face... i stopped i bled thought the pain went away...

but i knew if i contiuned to now i would of been dead now.

horrible past... school.. been bullied since i was little.. pushed, shoved, chocked..

cried on the bus every day... now im the brave one i can do shit my self dont need 

respect dont need these bullies! aint one of them happy they been bullied too..

i know how people feel i've been there so i know... i tried to get over my mama dieing but 

it isn't easy but with my sister i can... so you think you been thru this!!

NO!!!!

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