i look at you and i continue to look
you look at me and you turn away
i frown how can you not tell i love you
i run home slam the door run to my room
i search for something i been looking for
i see my beautiful razor i take it and press it
to my ugly wrist stained with blood and cuts the
razor slides it's way across my wrist what did i write in my skin
i wrote please be mine
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This is deep. Wonderful writing, Kaitlin. Keep writing. You've got talent.