I can't ever imagine slitting my wrists as a form of suicide. I used to cut myself, for whatever reason I did it. I was 16 years old- depressed. I've got scars and I have to look at them every day. And it wasn't an attempt at suicide and it wasn't a plea for attention. It was my way of letting my anger, pain, sadness, agony out. For a while I think
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