My sorrow scars left behind,
I still feel my pain and agony,
I still feel the blood that trickled down my arms,
I still see the rage in the face of my own dad,
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you remind me of a friend in this poem she has a father she can never impress
and everyday she just wishes she were dead but I tell her otherwise that she has friends that love her and help her whenever needed so she stays alive...
....this razor thing is depressing but alot of people do it for a reason...there has to be a reason....doesn't there?
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you remind me of a friend in this poem she has a father she can never impress and everyday she just wishes she were dead but I tell her otherwise that she has friends that love her and help her whenever needed so she stays alive... ....this razor thing is depressing but alot of people do it for a reason...there has to be a reason....doesn't there?