As I was walking down the street today, a boy stopped me and asked me for a cigarette. While I was digging for one, he asked me if I wanted to see what happened to his wrists. Before I could answer, he pulled his sleeves up. He had slit his wrists. He was bleeding everywhere. He told me he was on his way to Western Psych
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