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Post by cherry on May 22, 2004 19:14:22 GMT -5
All theas years I thought I was differen't I never fit in at school but I was liked online I thought I blonged with the cutters and suicidals after all they where my friends Now you a poplur girl...who cuts I always thought it was the unpoplaurs who cut but now as I see it your like me filled with hate filled with pain Why are we so different? why do you make fun of me when were so much alike Because you cut for stupid reasions You want pitty You cut to get what you want So I gess were NOT so much the same after all
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Post by bloodredtears on May 23, 2004 14:29:34 GMT -5
very intersting poem...i don't know any body who cuts, and i only tried it once myself, but could do it...i suppose that a lot of people cut for a lot of reasons...and they are going to be many different reasons....this poem explores a lot of ideas and has many emotions and conclusions of ideas in it...cool stuff! good job!
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