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Jul 2015
I slit my wrist to feel alive, I am all numb inside. The cuts hurt only for a while but in this moment I actually feel something. I cannot cry anymore because my emotions have died. I am dried up inside and want to feel alive. So I cut my wrist then I cut my legs. Where ever I can get at the pain so I will feel something again. No one understands why I do what I do. I don't want to die, because I am already dead inside. I must find a way to feel alive so I won't be so numb. If only I could feel something other than pain I wouldn't need to cut myself again.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  57/M/Atlanta Georgia
(57/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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