I'm so mad at myself. But I must admit I feel better. I cut. I didn't just cut I sliced, diced and carved. I cut a million time on both arms, I carved "This world is murder" on my left forearm, "Lost & Broken" on my right forearm, "Pain" on my upper stomach, and "Stand Alone" on my left thigh. It felt good to watch it bleed. I felt everything I've
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