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Living with a Self Harmer
Caring not one jot
For anyone else.
Me, me, me, me
I, I, I, I, I.
No substance
Except abuse.
No excuse
Get on with it.
M u u u meee
Pushing buttons.
Give me your attention
Or I will cut.
Get on with it
The answer.
Dispicable tart
Knicker elastic worn.
I can break you up
I will cut.
Get on with it
Wedge I will drive.
Your stealing my
Attention.
M u u u meee
I will cut.
Monday 9th December 2013 4:39 am
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