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by becky May 9, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I slit my wrists and out it pours to much school work too many chores. i had warned them really i had sl*ggish mother drugged up dad. ****** up teachers shouting for being late best mate spreading **** such a brilliant mate. i slit my wrist and out it pours i shall not suffer not any more!
