The girl who's sorry,
Thank you for the poem. But I am sorry. I won't know you for much longer. They hurt me again. It hurts. My body is sore. I cry. My wrists are red. One took me yesterday. It hurt. I cried. It was agonising.
I wanted to die.
I want to die.
I should die.
Then it won't hurt.
Those cruel men.
Dark men.
Horrid men.
The boy who hurts.
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