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RH (05/14/1980 / Missouri)


Poem By Rachel Humphrey

This thing most ppl call life I call hell. I go through each day hopeing and praying it will end.When i am with freinds and family I force a smile so they cant see how i really hate the thing they call life. It seems so simple to take a blade and run across a vain to feel the pain to watch the blood flow to have the sweet release of built up pain, to know i hate myself and knowing it is the sweet cut that could end my hell not many understand not many should care for i only cause others pain.

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