who am I

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who am I to prevent her
from her pleasurable way 
of hurting herself,

from her unknown reasons
to disappear from this world 
of sorrows and harshness

adherence, 
with the god of death
making herself to close all doors,

who am I to prevent her
I'm that darkness from your past
you used to cry alone

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  1. A Friend of a FriendMay 20, 2019 at 9:06 AM

    You can't stop her, No matter what you say or try to prevent it she wont listen to your words. Pain is her friend they have a long bond together. She hurts and bleed because it's something she can control her willingness to live or die she controls how much blood is lost.
    Keep in mind she's lost but only she can find herself the best thing you can do is support her and try making her realize that she will be greatly missed.

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  2. A Friend of a FriendMay 21, 2019 at 9:51 AM

    Truth words, Everyone's broken inside but they try hard to hide it what's worst than living in fear of what people think
    My cryptic friend. ♥

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