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A blade was her friend
When things made her mad
When things made her sad
A blade was her friend
She carried her blade in her pocket
always with her
a trusted friend
Just to feel
Just to be real
A blade was her friend
Lovers came and went
No money not a cent
A blade was her friend
Then one day
Things went to far
Cut more then just a scar
No one was there
No one to care
But a blade was her friend
In the end


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It's a pretty sad poem , but I love how you write It in a way that .. I can almost picture that person in my head .. What a marvellous piece of work Carol


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An other good Poem,Carol,
but as Ella is saying,a bit on
the sad side,but it is still Vary,
vary,good,tho, xx
Tommy,xxx


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one of your best I think : )


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Thank you so much for the feed back.
This poem was wrote about a girl I spent many hours talking to nightly
She was always so sad and would hold her blade like a close friend.
She stopped cutting many times and when stressed would always go back to it.
She has stopped now but there is always the danger of her cutting herself again.
This is a sad story for many.


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I somehow know It was a true story .. It's really sad .. Are you still talking to her ? Let her know every life is precious Carol .. Things will happen again even If she seems to stop What is her situation now ?


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Everyone needs to be heard
she's doing ok now
I spent many hours each day talking and crying with her.
Life is a precious gift.


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If I were you , I would have cried too. The pain that she went through , I know .. I got classmates who did that too in the middle of the class. I remember stopping her when she was holding a scissors , n no one dared go near her , I grabbed that scissors.. Just wanna grab that scissors n save her .. Today I got a scar on my left hand .. I was rushed to the toilet to wash the blood off from my hand. Well , she is fine though that classmate of mine .. She saw the scar on my hand , she regretted n cried on my shoulder .. Thanks goddess ur friend is doing okay ..


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yes its a sad poem, and its so true, closer than some on here will ever realise, and we have a few on here that are close to me that would think you were talking about them, as i would, and every day i carry that knife with me, and will until the end, its part of me, its a close friend, when the darkness closes around me, and i am alone in the dark.


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wow powerful.


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