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a person needs a friend and that friend is me.
I would do anything for you
as u would for me.
I dont like to see you sad,
it makes my stomach churn, it makes me feel bad.
When i see the things u do,
i mean to yourself you see,
i get so upset and afraid and sometimes angry.
Self-harm is a bad thing even though, in the end, you feel good,
i told u to stop and believe me,
you should.
Get some help, get some advice,
but always try to stay away from that knife.
Please listen to me,
u know im a friend.
U know i'll always be here for u,
woteva happens in the end.
So think of me,
ur hurting me too.
u mean da world to me cos ur
a friend.
lil_tart_no_1
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