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May 2015
It wasn't a suicide attempt,it was an escape from everything awful.When we cut,we're in control.We make our pain, and we can stop it whenever we want.Physical pain relieves mental anguish.For a brief moment,the pain of cutting is the only thing in the cutter's mind,and when that stops and the other pain comes back, its weaker.Drugs do that too,and ***,But not like cutting.Nothing is like cutting
I don't own this
kate mckay
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kate mckay  canowindra nsw
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