Ms. B saw my arms, she tried to make me talk to her but i refued, she told my guidence counselor to watch over me, we had a couple meetings, then she told my mom. I don't want to get help, cutting is my escape, blades are part of my nessecities now, I'd trade in love for the ability to cut. But I don't think i believe in love at all anymore..or
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