i was 11, eleven with a blade to my wrist making myself bleed because i hated who i was coming to be. i tried so hard to alter the pain but all it did was come back with more strain. I said "Just one more time then ill stop", then the next thing i knew came more cuts. Now im 15 thriving to stay alive, hoping ill make it out sometime.
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Author:
Sagex0 (
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- Category: Sad
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